what dread hand

I finally finished editing my father's manuscript on glacial tectonics (yes, the one I mentioned having to edit weeks ago. That's how lazy I am). Turns out the last two pages of it was an academic flame war in which he accused his peers of willful ignorance. I hadn't read one of those in a while! Fun times.

Then as he was driving me home yesterday he told me about one of his peers and how he once told him to stick his Sovjet propaganda where the sun doesn't shine, and how they haven't spoken since, not even when they ran into each other downtown. This was Sovjet propaganda, mind, meaning it probably happened over 20 years ago.

I guess that explains where I get it from.