Straight Dope mentioned in Canada's National Newspaper -- Bibliophage snubbed.

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.

Congratulations, Bibliophage … I think.

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.

Bolding is mine.

Uh, I doubt that bib will take this as a compliment. :eek:

The whole ‘brothel’ thing was a typo. I meant to say “kind of like when God dresses up as Gabriel and hangs out with the angels.”

The keys are, like, right next to each other.

Hehehehe…

Let’s hope not. We all know the rule about socks.

Tree socks?

I don’t know what to say.

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.

Was there a dead hooker next to you? Somebody call the Corleone family.

Watch it. Corleone family. Italian gangsters…I get it.

:smiley:

That’s too bad, Phlster. Now we’re going to have to kill you. *
*in that virtual, kidding, not a serious threat sort of way, of course, mods.

Just as long as you don’t set me adrift on a sheet of ice. Send me down with my ancestors via the cement shoes method.

Cecil can’t be connected. His name doesn’t end in a vowel.

(Where’s the nervous smiley?)

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.

Does that mean that we have to refer to The Master as Don Cecil ?