I had expected things to go faster once I’d reached Stirnberg. Instead, it was as if it all ground to a halt. I was waiting on everything, or rather, everyone. I didn’t even know if Emperor Adelbert was in the city. Some of the letters I’d dispatched were headed to the far corners of the Volkmund. While virtually all of the Empire north of the Small Sea was ostensibly under the banner of the Furst of Karststadt, there were scattered territories across the south that had been accumulated by my ancestors over the centuries. If any new troops were to be mustered, it would be from these lands and people I hardly knew. What loyalty they might hold towards a distant lordling they had never met was also questionable. And in the matter of questions of loyalty, Grandmaster Straub’s lack of reticence still had me uneasy.
The first response came from someone I hadn’t even sent a letter to.
Otto sent word well in advance of his arrival that he was going to be stopping in with an annoyingly large entourage of people. Given the amount of time since the house had been in use, much of the staff had never been required to host such a visit. Those who had hadn’t done so in decades. The tension among the servants was palpable, but I didn’t let on that I noticed. I couldn’t do anything to help, and getting involved would only raise that tension further. So, I put on a genial face and hid my irritation at the sight of Otto ascending the front stair. Dressed in a sleeveless, mustard-yellow waistcoat, he still exuded a casual assuredness that only aggravated my annoyance.
“I see you finally made it to Stirnberg,” Otto said.
“What brings you to town?” I asked.
“I came to see you.”
“You didn’t need to go out of your way.”
“Altschaft is barely two days down the road. Besides, I have a house in the city for when the Diet is in session. Stirnberg is hardly out of my way.”
“I see,” I said.
“I hear you broke the sword I gave you.”
“I was inside the mouth of a lindwyrm, and it was the only thing I had long enough to pierce it’s brain. Skulls are tough.”
“Well, I suppose it’s better than just hanging it on a wall.”
“I get the feeling there is more to this visit than a mere social call,” I said.
“Might I have a word in private?” Otto asked.
“Let’s step into the garden.” I led Otto out the other side of the front hall and to a spot where the sound of the fountain would make eavesdropping difficult.
“When I did not receive an invitation to your coronation, I first thought it an oversight. Then I heard that no one had. I grew concerned.”
“Otto, I am at war. I can’t afford to waste money on frivolities.”
“I’m afraid you can’t afford not to.”
“Excuse me? The Markgraf of Slagveld is in open rebellion, with allies whose strength I do not know. Zesrin is held by Iokathra. Quendaverus is in turmoil. Gebhard was stabbed by one of his own knights. My count of allies is diminishing. I need every mark I’ve got.”
“Kord, from what I hear you received an excellent education in academic subjects. I’ve personally seen your prowess with a sword and as a horseman. But on matters of politics, you do not have the same advantage. If you act weak, the other nobles of the Volkmund will sense vulnerability, and look for places in your holdings where they can sink their teeth in. Your allies may be diminished now, but if you do not appear completely confident of victory, your enemies will multiply. You are rightly worried about your treasury, but an investment now will save you a great deal of gold and blood later on.”
I sighed.
“Don’t underestimate the power of appearances. They can become self-fulfilling prophesies.”
“I have no clue what such a celebration is even supposed to look like,” I said, mentally reviewing my finances. “Or cost.”
“Let me help with that,” Otto said. Whether he meant the planning or the funding, he didn’t elaborate. I suspected he only meant the planning.
***
I almost regretted when things began to happen, as I now had to play host to people I’d never heard of, knew nothing about, and who almost certainly wanted something from me. It didn’t take long for me to dread the reception hall. The high throne gave me a good view of the garden out the large windows. But allowing my attention to wander from my guests would be too rude. A lot of the people who’d aggregated in the hall were new to me. Most claimed some association or were seeking some form of employment.
“Who’s next?” I asked, trying not to sigh.
“A delegation from the Zhalskrag Academy,” Soren said. He stood to my left and slightly behind the throne. There was only one seat in the hall,
I scowled. Collecting my emotions, I steeled my face and motioned to Eckler.
“Announcing Master Haas of the Jade Tower, Master Potthast of the Sard Tower, and Vice-Provost Hutmacher of the Jasper Tower,” the Statthalter called, his voice filling the hall without a shout. Two old men in cassocks and a woman in a dark brown dress entered the hall. One cassock was red, the other pale green, but the men were echoes of each other. Each aged and withered, with the mien of a functionary rather than a wizard. With a glance at the woman, I recognized her. Last time we’d crossed paths, Gerda Hutmacher had been an Inspectrix rather than a Vice-Provost. I accepted their polite bows while I composed my words.
“What brings three esteemed Magisters of the Academy to my house?” I asked.
“We are sure that there are a great many things that require your attention at this time,” the man in red said. I guessed he would be Potthast. “So we came to see if you might make use of the services of one of our journeymen.”
“You mean you want to sell me a court wizard.”
“If you wish to be so blunt,” Potthast said.
“I had someone in mind for that role,” I said.
“Oh?”
“That application was rejected by the academy, quite bluntly.”
The two old men glanced quizzically at each other. It was Hutmacher who spoke.
“Your Serene Highness, if I recall correctly, your candidate only arrived within the past few months. It takes an average of seven years to reach journeyman status. Your candidate would not be available regardless of the admissions decision.”
I sat in silence for a moment, waiting to see if any other remarks were forthcoming.
“So, you remember the incident,” I said.
“Your candidate did cause a bit of a commotion afterwards,” Hutmacher said. I started to wonder if she didn’t even recognize my face. I resisted the temptation to taunt her.
“Most regrettable,” I said.
“There was no damage done, and we would prefer not to dwell on what has passed.”
I almost sent the lot away, if not for the memory of a certain troll conjured up by Lady Knochenmus. My mind wandered through the other attempts upon my life facilitated by her magic and agents. The recollection of my poisoning by the drinks girl was soon followed by the memory of Lothar Bannick on the floor of the aqueduct antechamber, brought low by a Venom Rat’s poison. My thoughts were soon upon Jost Castor, and his uncertain health after the arrow and a fever. My pettiness towards the academy got pushed aside.
“I would like the services of an Ivory Wizard,” I said.
The uncomfortable glance between Masters Haas and Potthast turned the corners of my mouth down. It took a moment before Haas spoke up.
“Your Serene Highness,” he said, “Ivory Wizards are in high demand, and short supply. I am afraid there are simply none available.”
My expression blossomed into a full-blown frown.
“We do have some other highly capable candidates who will more than ably serve-”
“I am at war. It may not look it, as the fighting is north of the Small Sea. But once the ceremonies here are concluded, I must attend to matters there. If you cannot provide someone to help me save my wounded, then I could use someone to prevent my enemies from using magic against me.”
The three representatives leaned in and held a brief conference. Their hushed tones muffled the content of their words, but the clipped cadence implied a bureaucratic cant born within their society. Upon reaching an agreement, they returned to their previous postures, facing me. It was Potthast who spoke.
“For that kind of work, what you really need is an Obsidian Wizard. They are the best versed in the nature of magic as a primal force and how to undo or protect against various malefica.” From the way they steeled themselves, the three appeared to be expecting a negative reaction from me. But I didn’t know what most of the towers specialized in[65], so it didn’t strike me in any particular way.
“Do I have to commit to hiring before I meet the candidates?” I asked.
“We can certainly arrange an introduction by dinner,” Hutmacher said.
***
I wondered if Hutmacher had picked the timing to get an invitation to a meal at my expense. I’d been hosting a lot of pointless meals for guests I’d rather not deal with. We used the second-best dining room. It avoided the stultifying and expensive formality of the best dining room and didn’t risk insulting the myriad guests with the simple dining room I preferred. Prior to being seated, there was an informal reception where all of the petitioners who’d already pestered me in the formal reception tried for a second chance to bend my ear. I had Ritter, Dietz, and Vinzent keeping me from being mobbed. That didn’t stop me from being pestered. I had to at least listen to some of them lest I gain a reputation that would haunt me. The staff was getting better at handling these social events, while I was still out of my element.
Amidst the mingling courtiers, I spotted Hutmacher in her unfashionably brown attire. My attention was immediately drawn to the young woman behind her. Tall and poised, she had strong features and sapphire blue eyes. Her pale blonde hair almost blended into her porcelain complexion. A silver and jet decorative comb held her locks in place. Her black dress was embroidered in glossier black threads that shimmered in the light and accented her slender figure. As she approached, I noticed the chain of black enamel roundels holding a black enamel plaque with raised copper lettering.
I motioned for the three young men to let them through.
“Vice Provost,” I said.
“Erbprinz von Karststadt, permit me to introduce Journeywoman Lady Marcelene Alodia of the Obsidian Tower.”
“Lady Marcelene,” I said, tipping my head.
“I expected you to be shorter,” Marcelene said, her voice soft and lyrical. Standing as close as we were, I noted that she was very tall, standing only a few inches shorter than I did.
“Why is that?” I asked.
“Everything I’ve heard about you led me to expect a child.”
I did not hide my frown.
“Please forgive Lady Marcelene,” Hutmacher said, “She has been very dedicated to her studies and less so to her diplomacy.”
“Yes, I am very sorry I listened to the rumors about your visit to Zhalskrag,” Marcelene said. Hutmacher suppressed a gasp.
“And here I was thinking no one recognized me,” I said.
“We decided it would be best not to dwell on what has passed,” Hutmacher said, echoing her earlier statement.
“I was just surprised that a swordsman would be so interested in studying magic,” Marcelene said.
“You say swordsman as if that were the only thing I did.”
“It’s the only thing you’re known for.”
“I thought I was known for misbehaving at Zhalskrag.”
“Only in rarefied circles.”
“So, what are you known for in rarefied circles?”
“I don’t think I can repeat it in dignified company.”
“Maybe we should ask the Vice-Provost to give us some privacy,” I said.
Marcelene smiled, the coy expression muffling a light chuckle.
“So, what are you known for in dignified company?” I asked.
“Spending too much time with my books.”
“Is that even possible for an academy student?”
“It took some doing.”
“I can’t help but notice your accent,” I said. “Zesrin?”
“Yes.”
“And you were introduced as ‘Lady’ Marcelene.”
“My father is a count, but don’t hold that against me.”
“Do you think that’s why they’re recommending you to me?”
“Not a chance.”
“Oh?”
“I don’t think-” Hutmacher tried to cut in.
“I annoyed my last employer into firing me, and we’re outside of the normal graduation cycle, so it was either recommend me, or pull one of their money makers off of field duty.”
“Lady Marcelene,” Hutmacher said.
“Don’t worry, Vice Provost,” I said. “I had no illusions that the academy is favorably inclined towards me. All I really want is someone who knows what they’re doing and isn’t afraid of action.”
“Well, that depends on what kind of action,” Marcelene smirked.
“Price Kord is at war,” Hutmacher cut in. “His enemies have non-academy magic users.”
Marcelene cast an annoyed glance at the Vice Provost, but left her irritation unspoken. She turned her attention back to me, and the smile returned. “I can help keep those mean old wizards off your back.”
“How good are you with horses?”
“Normal horses, or your monster?” Marcelene asked with a chuckle. “I should be fine.”
“You do realize that campaigning is hardship and danger, right?”
“If you’re worried that I’m going to whine all the time, don’t.” Marcelene paused. “And if you’re worried I might get targeted, maybe I should disguise myself as a squire.”
“That would be inappropriate for Academy members,” Hutmacher said.
“Just out of curiosity, how did you manage to annoy your previous employer?”
“He didn’t like that I was smarter than he was.”
I gave Marcelene an incredulous look. She tried to suppress an impish expression.
“I may also have had a habit of correcting him openly.”
“So, it was a lack of tact.”
“I wouldn’t say that. I’d say it was more like an overenthusiasm for accuracy.”
A slight smile seeped onto my face.
“Have you learned your lesson?” I asked.
“No,” Marcelene said with a grin.
Hutmacher looked aghast, but calmed when I said, “It sounds like we might just get along.”
[65] The Obsidian Tower is best known for dealing with the undead, and as such their wizards get mistaken for necromancers. This results in a stigma that is difficult to overcome.
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the lady will be a handful
🤔
All the best ladies are.
I adore Lady Marcelene! She has a good bad attitude! 😁
Initially, I had been trying to write ‘flirty’ dialog.
Don’t know if I succeeded.
You succeeded and at the same time established that Lady Marcelene is not your average coquette.
You did.
“Well, that depends on what kind of action,” Marcelene smirked.
Giggity.
Yup. I feel like I just fell into a Dunham novel.
LOL
Agreed, GT.
“Normal horses” also got a laugh out of me. I was kinda imagining Elaine Benes’ voice in her derision. Strongly approve, on all counts.
Marcelene has potential to be a very interesting character.
I was thinking that there would be another attempt on Kords life. You got me. Maybe next chapter.
There are six or seven more installments to go.
It’s whinge.
Are you still whining about that?
No, as I am not making a high pitched noise, I am complaining insistently.
whine verb
“No, as I am not making a high pitched noise, I am complaining insistently.”
Distinction without a difference.
Fewer complaints.
Less stress for everybody.
“Whine” and “whinge” are both words that mean to complain, but they have different origins and connotations.
Whine
Comes from the Old English word hwinan, which means “to make a humming or whirring sound”
In Middle English, hwinan became whinen, which meant “to wail distressfully”
In the 16th century, whine acquired the sense of “to complain”
Can be used to describe the way young children complain
Can be used in a somewhat informal or disapproving way
Whinge
Comes from the Old English word hwinsian, which means “to wail or moan discontentedly”
Retains its original sense of “to wail or complain”
Puts more emphasis on the discontentment behind the complaint than on its tone
Is more commonly used in British and Australian English
Can be used to describe complaining about something that doesn’t seem important
In general, “whine” can be used in place of “whinge”. However, in some American contexts, “complain” might be used instead.
Fuck the brits and the aussies.
To top it off, “Whinge” is just a stupid word which shouldn’t be used.
But ‘whine’ is for the provincials. “Winge” is so much more sophisticated and cultured sounding.
Whining pedants. *sigh moan*
Sorry, Putrid, you are incorrect.
Whining pedants.
In this case, it would be whinging pedants arguing over something that isn’t important.
FYI. Spell check rejects whinging as a valid word. 😉
Sorry, Putrid, you are incorrect.
I HAT agreeing with UCS when his sarcasmometer is so clearly broken. Maybe he forgot to solder pin 4 to ground.
Of course perhaps this is layered sarcasm and his delivery is just too… deadpan.
“Fuck the brits and the aussies.”
*Slowly backs out of room*
FYI. Spell check rejects whinging as a valid word.
There’s no doubt that it’s a valid word with a well defined (somewhat) meaning. Thing is, when I hear Americans use it, they are Brit nationals who have moved here, Americans who have married into an English family, or self-conscious pretentious people who think it makes them sound sophisticated. That’s my experience anyway, and that’s why I dislike the word unless it’s used by one of the 2 former groups.
My sarcasm detector is the model 82. It has midplane issues.
“self-conscious pretentious people who think it makes them sound sophisticated”
I use it because it bugs most people.
No doubt that it is a valid word.
I was just amused that the spell checker didn’t like it.
I use it because it bugs most people.
Scribbles another data point into notebook of winge users.
“I use it because it bugs most people.”
Of course you do.
“Oh my, this soup’s delicious, isn’t it?”
Rereading this in serial.format reminds me how much I enjoy this book.
Thanks again, UnCiv
You’re welcome.
Baby don’t First me…don’t First me…No mo
I’m going to pretend that you’re singing this to a James Brown tune.
With accompanying dance moves.
But it’s the dance moves of a white guy.
As long as he Feels Good.
Not this far yet on my owned copy, so I scrolled past.
Soon, I think.
LOL
And scroll down. It gets better.
Scroll? It’s a single post.
Pasty old man doesn’t understand the Twitters.
I was talking about TedS there, but I could really probably apply that to both of you.
You don’t see the replies?
No, Ted, people who don’t have accounts don’t see replies.
I had an account, but I was suspended within three weeks for “Inauthentic behavior.” Clearly my type is not welcome there.
I’m glad I didn’t engage with social media, it sounds like such a hassle.
Be your inautheitc self.
It is a huge hassle. It was barely worth it, and then I was suspended. Perhaps I read and absorb material as fast as a bot? I don’t know. Don’t care either.
Word. Be authentically inauthentic RJ.
Then clean your monocle, tip your baby seal skin top hat and tell them, “I said good day sir.”
You probably all virtue signal about not owning a TV too.
That is so 2015. Nobody has a TV thse days.
I see replies on Windows but not Mac – both using the same browser and ad-blocker. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
This was a fun exchange:
@cocaineketamine: my friend’s stock photo escalated and her face is now on the currency of an island nation (real)
Nyad’dib: So does it make her old money or new money?
Ji Xingping Thought Club: i think just money
Evan: Concur.
I left my Palatial 2X-Wide in the (937) for my weekly commute north. It was 50 degrees and dry.
3 hours later (well- a bit more I had to stop for BK) I get up here to 30 degrees and measurable snow.
WTF is wrong with these people?
“I had to stop for BK”
Why do you hate yourself?
The OG Chicken sammich is truly a gift from G-d.
Ill get back on low carb one of these days. But currently Im just wondering how fat I can actually get.
Narrator: Pretty damn fat.
I can still see my dick while standing (w/o a mirror). I have a ways to go.
↑ Youngster
“I accepted their polite bows while I composed my words.”
Extremely minor quibble, but shouldn’t it have been ‘bows and curtsy’?
“tried for a second chance to bend my ear”
Reminds me of a story how FDR (the President) as a young man when being buttonholed or otherwise pestered would simply walk away from whoever was irritating him. Once he became paralyzed, that no longer was possible, so he learned to cultivate the appearance of listening to petitioners.
“standing only a few inches shorter than I did.”
Real minor quibbling; no need for the word ‘standing’ as she obviously is.
“isn’t afraid of action’.
I would have substituted ‘danger’ for action.
“It sounds like we might just get along.”
Har-de-har-har. Like two sheets of sandpaper. She’s a know-it-all (so am I, but I try to suppress it, not always successfully). Kord better teach her fast that when it’s time for action you obey orders first and question them afterwards.
And yes you succeeded in flirtatious dialogue, complete with scandalizing the chaperone.
“Danger” would have removed an entendre from the dialog.
“Danger Entendre” was my nickname in college.
Also DANGER.
lol I have suffered from that at times.
Right?
Last week a co-worker told me a bawdy joke- we have that kind of relationship that transcends the bounds of HR.
It was the classic “what do you call a cow masturbating? ”
Being old and had heard it I answered with “Beef Stroke-inoff!”
She said, “I hate you.”
But earlier today I replayed the incident. “Cow? Stroking? Cows are girls…that should be a bull.”
Point of order- “Cow Flickinoff” doesnt work. Nor does “Bull Stroke-In-Off”
Fix the joke.
Did you just assume that cattle’s gender?
She’s mad because you knew the punchline, not because sexism.
I know that- but the joke in its current for is inaccurate.
Cow = Bull as Hen = Rooster
/this was a response to Rhy on overanalyzing
How does “kine” fit into there?
I really need to fix my avatar. This site broke it I swear, and I spent all of 10 minutes copy-pasta to temp fix, but the temp fix was a long time ago.
You’re not a Bender on a Bender?
He’s a Fender Bender Mender.
“state liquor stores” LOL
We don’t have that commie shit here in freedom-loving New York.
I love when some asshole online starts defending the state liquor store racket.
“It’s Shit Anyways…”
Canadian whiskey says what?
Y’all. I am really tired. Bro2’s bugging me to hire help and I think I’m about at that stage.
Sorry about the trying, rough times, coupled with some especially shitty people.
I hope it ends as amicably as it can for all, with one cunte excepted. Best wishes from afar.
Well, my mom’s like, “I don’t want to be a burden.” And I’m like, “Don’t be like your mother!”
Mo, did you know…
Older adults are more likely to have health conditions that make them more sensitive to climate hazards like heat and air pollution, which can worsen their existing illnesses. Many older adults have limited mobility, increasing their risks before, during, and after an extreme weather event.
cLiMaTe ChAnGe!!!11!!elebenty
Some asshole on another site through a fact check at me because I suggested wind turbines might be killing whales. It was the typical debunking from the likes of MSNBC.
The article of course suggested global warming as a response.
My reply was to point out that the wind turbines and spike in dead whales just strongly correlate to one another.
And then I suggested a game for the “I Fuckinng Love Science” prog crowd. Google global warming with literally any subject after it. I guarantee you’ll find some “scientists” claiming a connection. I chose PMS and it not only came up with a long list of results, but had a Google AI response on it.
But it’s just ridiculous to suggest it might be the wind turbines killing the fucking whales.
I just tried “football.”
Football is a significant contributor to global warming because of its carbon footprint and the impact of climate change on player health
Toast.
Schizophrenia.
People with schizophrenia are more vulnerable to heat-related illness and death due to climate change. Heat can exacerbate mental illnesses like schizophrenia, and can lead to increased aggression, violence, and suicide.
https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/001/486/992/0f8.png
Kidney stones…
Global warming is expected to increase the number of kidney stones, especially in areas that are already prone to them. This is because higher temperatures increase the risk of dehydration, which can lead to kidney stones.
Note: I was diagnosed, and felt, a significant kidney stone in Nov, ’24. It was 5mm. It never “passed,” at least conventionally. Away, it went.
I, Evan the F̵i̵r̵s̵t̵e̵r̵ Conqueror, eat kidney stones like you. For breakfast. (Or something and much other. Ya cootie, you.)
You could never First with your be-fecal’ed fingers.
The left throwing whales under the bus is not what I expected in current year.
Global warming is the unifying theory connecting all of the other bullshit in modern leftism (and modern “science”). It is the new paradigm and it won’t be until a shit ton of them die off that this will change.
Nothing can be outside this narrative.
New leftist environmental slogan: Fuck the whales. Strange that they’d accidentally agree with McAfee.
Morning all. Driving Mrs Fingers to work in a bit, first day back since the doc took a thumb metacarpal support (trapezium? Trapezius) from her dominant hand, then drilled holes to zip-tie the whole mess together.
Also, finished the book yesterday… loved it!
Mornin! Get out there and be like Trump!
☕🎩🐂
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=gpyRI1j9t6c
🎶🎶
Good morning, Sean, Donny3F, and Grumble!
Morning. How goes?
So far so good. Time for month-end stuff at work, of course, as well as catching up with email after being off Friday. Luckily, I, at least, got my W2 in the mail Saturday, so if my email and voice mail are full of panicked co-workers wailing that they don’t have theirs yet, I hope that when I follow up, they all say, “Never mind!”
How about you?
Everyone is stressing out about the go-live tomorrow, and all the details, especially the ones we overlooked.
They don’t get a W-2 electronically?
🙂
We do get W-2s electronically, but as of Thursday when I was last in the office, they hadn’t appeared yet.
https://resistthemainstream.com/racial-discrimination-lawsuit-rocks-obamas-legacy-project/
Perfect.
Only Leroy Brown can do stuff in the South Side of Chicago…
Baddest man in the whole damn town.
Badder than old King Kong?
Careful fellas, he’s got a razor in his shoe.
Meaner than a junkyard dog.
Like the pine trees lining the winding road, he’s got a name.
JFC.
A guess a monument to His unfathomable glory don’t come cheap.
Where does that money come from? <===rhetorical question
I want to see an accounting for every penny and how the majority of it ends up in his bank account.
Good morning all.
I have no water. Wife is not happy.
We do have coffee so I am good.
One good thing about living in civilization is no longer having to worry about running out of water.
I stay prepared. I am not a prepper….ok maybe a little bit…but I keep 20 cases of bottled water which I rotate. We use that for coffee and cooking.
We are on city water yet we live far outside city limits. I am not sure why. This city has the single worst, least reliable water supply in the nation. It really is remarkable. The water goes out at least once per week or so for a few hours to a day or two.
I have talked with the water crew a few times. They are barely sentient. Most of the hands are parolees, if that tells you anything.
No water but you have coffee? If you’re going to eat it best to use a medium grind.
Hopefully you aren’t on your own well.
Looking at Bro’s little game. That is funny. Yes you can google ‘climate change’ and literally any subject to find out the form of our destruction.
I notice that all leftist arguments depend on at least one false premise being hand-waived away.
Climate change: Rise in CO2 follows warming, not the other way about. Just pay no attention to that.
Also leftist arguments depend on unfalsifiable assertions.
Every scam has one element in common. All scams have it. When you see this element you know you are looking at a scam: The urgent need for money.
Also, fear. Scam artists substitute sound arguments with psychological manipulation. When someone starts trying to spook you, hide your wallet.
In fairness, nothing relevant comes up when I google ‘climate change and athlete’s foot’
But, yeah, just about anything else seems to be exacerbated by KlYmUt ChAyNjE
Well the warmer and more humid climate is obviously more condusive to fungal growth. Or maybe it’s colder so people are doubling up on socks which is more condusive to fungal growth…depends on the weather on any given day but I bet they can manage to shoehorn it in.
That argument got no sole.
Search again. I DDG’d it .
‘Climate Crisis: Athletes directly impacted by climate change’
‘Three quarters of athletes directly impacted by climate change’
“Climate and fungal diseases’
‘Wake up call: Rapid increase in human fungal diseases under climate change’
I could go on, the list is endless
suh’ fam
whats goody
Good morning, homey, Suthen, Stinky, and Ted’S.!
Good morning to you GT!
And to you, JI!
I had to play at least once before going to work:
“Environmental factors, including air pollution and heat, may affect a man’s ability to get an erection.”
The science is settled.
Morning All,
Looks like the stock market got the word about Trumponomics, Dow futures down -600
Something in the wind, global warming probably
Climate change makes tariffs worse!
Creech hardest hit.
I once heard the CBC “science” show host seriously ask a guest how the frequency of comets would be affected by climate change.
“Are you stupid or just ‘special’?”