I have been informed that this wondrous and unusually informative blog no longer meets the criteria required to attain a certification of Genius. This is disturbing, and I feel compelled to remedy the situation, lest you, Dear Reader, come to feel you are receiving content of a lower quality than that which you clearly deserve given the, frankly, exorbitant prices you have to pay for it.

Therefore, I am writing this post with the aim of increasing the average sentence length and syllable-per-word count. As even the basest intellect can see, even though I am temporarily ranked at a sub-genius level, I retain my dexterous command of a wide range of sesquipedal, nay polysyllabic, words: from the pedestrian "average" to the rarefied "rarefied". And when it comes to the question of sentence length, I am sure my constructs can exceed even the wildest expectations, as they routinely leave far behind the point where a typical and narrow-minded high-school English composition instructor would scream at the top of his asthmatic, chalk-caked lungs, "run-on!" and unflinchingly venture into Joycean realms where the subject precariously dangles by gossamer beyond the horizon of the scrotumtightening precipice and the object is merely an ever-swirling mist of possible referents, leaving you to backtrack, if you choose, through the labyrinthine twists and turns of my majestic - and assuredly Genius-level - grammatical conflations, should you find you've lost the plot. But I don't expect that you, Dear sharp-witted Reader, should have any problems - you wouldn't be here, after all, if you weren't exceptional. And do not trouble yourself finding mistakes: a man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.

There.

Now rest assured, Dear Reader, this post will restore the blog to the reading level your discriminating tastes demand - or my name isn't Cleek J. Haplorrhini.