This time of celebration is a time to forgive an infraction such as those we have seen this morning.
Sheesh! dmargalotti beat me to the punch.
The world and Radio-Info have forgotten all about us, just as a certain game czar forgot to use the bold feature, but again, we will let that slide, just as we will let slide the fact that the business end of a size 16 cowboy boot would think twice before lifting it to his rather petite, 5'0" mama who stood tall and conquered when all was said and done.
Ahhh, the good old days, when your humble librarian, with a degree in criminal justice and forensic science wanted to work in the crime lab, but had to be a police officer first. There was no weight in proportion to height business. You were either 5'9" or you didn't get in; and it was set in stone. When the very, very tall, quite hefty head of personnel heard a petite little voice ask, "If you were a criminal, sir, would you rather be punched in the mouth or bitten on the balls?", there was, needless to say, a pret-ty big flap over it, especially after your humble librarian had already proven herself crazy by theorizing that one day the genetic code would be used to solve crimes. These days we see all the little chihuahuas in their crisp uniforms, going after the behemoths. Miss Silkie knows their secret to taking them down, thus proving that both of my theories were correct.