I’ve spent a lot of time with Ryan North. We’ve hung out plenty; I’ve slept over at his house; he’s slept over at mine; our wives are friends.
Despite being married, he’s got a certain flirtatiousness to him: he half-jokingly says “…Ladies” a lot, and is big into talking about parties and makeouts as the best things to do all day. So if I had to guess, I’d say he probably has a brain-train running on a somewhat saucy naughty-track most if not all of the time.
For two weeks, the subject had to be manually rehydrated due to the constant crying. Eventually, he turned his head and, despite his blindness, made focused eye contact with a scientist for the first time in the study.
He whispered “I have spoken with God, and He has abandoned us” and his vital signs stopped.