No, I'm not Dillahunt, Wolcott or McCall, but thank you VERY much for the laugh! Even when I'm sad, I'm happy. Half full. However, this makes me a danger to myself. My friends have taken to calling me "The Pinata." Some who have never had any direct contact with me whatsover and some who have and think they know me at all like to say I'm the world's best online scammer EVER. Every decade or so I get a taste to pose as a man (and up to 20 other people simultaneously) and reel me in some juicy middle-aged woman flesh for purposes they never quite explain. It sure ain't money or sex. This is because I'm a an expendable being who happens to be a conduit to much more interesting people they seek for the pursuit of their own issues and cons. My repeated flaw is devotion to people I actually know rather than a need to be safe and/or popular with strangers. So proceed to read me with caution. I can bend the minds of the uberintelligent and the agendized, and that's sayin' something.