This Might Explain ThoseEmbarassing Late-night Folations

So desparate a little aardvark are we for hypertextual communication that we were overjoyed that someone named Byron from Labrador actually commented on the Bratwurst controversy we penned below. We have an image of Byron holed up in a lonely cabin on the snow-pelted Labrador coast, with his lap covered by a bearskin (polar) drinking Labrador tea, next to a roaring fire. We have it from a usually reliable source that bearskins in Labrador do drink tea.

However, we have to admit that Byron's comment leaves us with no small amount of gzornenplatz.

First of all, Byron says that he's "sending your cousin Frank over with a pickup truck". It is totally beyond us how Byron figured out that we do indeed have a cousin Frank. (Frank runs a web site called Dump Dennis Kucinich out of his basement curmudgery in Lakewood, Ohio. We would include a link here, but the site is currently under construction.)

Moreover, Byron makes the logical leap from Bratwurst to comic books, suggesting that we read such literary fare as "The Born Loser, Hagar the Horrible, and Ernie" - this last being, we are strongly convinced, an oblique reference to our Uncle Ernie, who used to be a tree surgeon in Chagrin Falls, Ohio, until he passed recently into that great tree surgery in the sky.

What we'd like to know, Byron, is how is it that you know so much about our family? And what do you mean by sending us a chart that states that the average Bratwurst contains 4 mcg of Dietary Folate Equivalents? I mean, if you're going to Folate around, you might as well use the real thing and not an equivalent.

These and other questions sit on the tip of our collective tongue, a not completely uncomfortable feeling to say the least.