Just to let everyone know what is going on. I went back to Missouri because my home hematocrit kit indicated my 'crit dropped to 8.25 (Tiny women on their menses are above 14. Most guys are about 16). I went home for some more of the A Neg stuff. I didn't mention this before because I thought too many people were involved in my health affairs (I do love you Elizabeth), because it was a sudden decision, and because I didn't want to hurt anyones feelings. I only mention it now because of some email sent to me from several people that said I was hiding in a motel room, filled with some type of depression. HO! I assure you all I am *not* depressed. Pissed maybe, but depression is not a problem in my mental background anymore than it is for the average person. Bob is definately NOT bimodal. At the moment, I am beside myself with excitement regarding the data I've been generating at the museums, and any one the handful of DC people I have met so far will confirm my general excitement over the stuff, and the difficulty in shutting me up once I start to talk about it. This stuff is *good!* and I'm gonna be published, he he he!!! I had intended to sneak off for some blood and then run back and visit some more DC people before I went to NY. Now that my cover is blown, I will take a couple of days off before heading off to NY. I *will* visit those few people in the DC area that I missed before I return to MO; promise. In other matters, I told Elizabeth to no longer post to the FML using my email address. She will have her own at the start of the semester, and she can join the FML or not as she desires. This has come about because of several emails I have recieved suggesting she and I are the same person, or that I am writing her posts. The people suggesting such things are dumber than the CaCa Fish and Gestapo; Elizabeth is quite capable of writing things herself and needs no help from me. One person suggested that because her style and complexity of writing is similar to mine, we must be the same person. Another person said they knew I was writing at least some of the posts because they were in my style. That is about as dumb as a condom in a nunnery. Her style is similar to mine because I taught her how to write and have been editing her work for years. My scientific style is very similar to that of my committee chairman, and my non-scientific style is very similar that of my mother's, who taught me how to critically write before I was in high school. Elizabeth writes poems, songs, short stories, and yes, the occasional FML post. Many times she has brought her work to me for examination and review, and I have edited it (not the FML pieces, however). It is natural for her style to have been influenced by my own. To suggest I am writing her work is a tremendous put-down of a bright and talented young woman; it is condescending and suggests that just because someone has articulate and educated writing, they cannot be 18 years old, or female. This harms Elizabeth and offends me. I know many of the public comments were meant to be funny; even I laughed at BIG's remarks. However the private ones are no joke. They are offensive and mean-spirited and need to stop. Let me say it once and for all, Elizabeth writes her own stuff, and I have no need to hide behind her name to make fun of myself; a review of my past postings is suffencient to demonstrate I have no problem in that regard. When a person is honest about the events in their lives, and make fun of themself numerous times, it is simply not logical to assume they need to invent a persona to do the same thing. Please stop these rumors, and regard anyone who offers rumors suggesting I am suffering from depression, or I write for Elizabeth with utmost skepticism. If such rumors are offered to you, consider them untrue, and consider anyone who continues to offer them as "truth" to be a lair. Forward the mail to me, and I will deal with it. You know, if you are concerned, just ask me. With a few exceptions, I am open to answer just about any question from almost anyone. Since I am home, I can go through the stacks of email and answer some questions, which will be offered in the next days. Bob C and the 17 Bouncing Ferts of Joy [Posted in FML issue 2004]