I received the same note from Randy. I wasn't really offended -- I mean, how could he know that I suffered from Multiple Personality Disorder (I suspect I'm not the only one around here), and that all 680 of my personalities, unknown to me, each signed up for FT accounts on the same e-mail address.

Since my therapy is complete, it is time to bid goodbye to such famous posters as My Friend Flicka, Boris Jerimiah Putnik, Tobor the Eighth Man, Whack-a-doodle, Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport, Dolly Madison, E Pluribus Unim, A Man Called Horse, Pumpernickel, Lord Dudley, Abin Sur, Bettlebaum, A Boy Named Sue, Nosferatu, Dr. Strangeglove, {opus1, opus2, ... opusn} where n< infinity, Paste-Pot Pete, Joan of Arc, Crazy Eddie, and several hundred others created by the dark recesses of my once-diseased mind.

Of course, my therapist also said I like to make things up...