lies, damned lies, and statistics

Doom and gloom and dark despair People dying everywhere! May the candles on your cake Burn like the cities in your wake! May your deeds with sword and axe Rival those with sheep and yaks. They stole your sword, your gold, your house Took your sheep but not your spouse This one lesson you must learn First you pillage, then you burn! Hippy Bathday to all those people born roughly 9 months and 11 days after the Festive season! That, from among my friends, is kriste, molokov_au, kwoll, and (just) starfirephoenix. Interestingly enough, the statistical blip is more pronounced if you only consider eldest children. <grin> This message has been brought to you by fond memories of finally convincing my high school maths teacher that birthday's were not randomly distributed at all.