Today my breakfast ritual of interfacing with print media while consuming caffeine and greasy breakfast included a nice treat – the print organ to which I have a dedication which borders on religiosity mentioned a column for which my enthusiasm has ventured exactly 7.6Km into the Zealot Territories.
This column in the Health section of the prestigious Globe & Mail uses a recent Straight Dope column as a starting point from which to approach the topic of how we deal with our own Elders in the Mostly-Frozen-But-Sometimes-Sweltering North:
Of course, the author of that column is our own Bibliophage.
Jeez, a bit of a sting to have your work misattributed in such a widely-read publication, but on the other hand – mistaken for the Perfect Master himself! I’m not sure I’d know exactly how to feel about that, myself.
You’re both overlooking the more elegant solution.
bibliophage and Cecil Adams are the same person. Cecil’s just, y’know, slumming under an assumed name, kind of like when J. Random Senator visits the brothel. The Globe and Mail just picked up on it faster than we did.
I’m pretty sure I’m not Cecil. Then again there was that time I woke up in a brothel with a terrible hangover and no memory of how I got there. I guess anything is possible.
Psst. Dontcha know, Larry? Have ya ever looked in the water around Ellis Island? It’s like alphabet soup out there. Ceciliano could tell ya, if he was talkin’. Never reveal what I’ve told ya here.