He writes: "One also assumes that RB and Her Anonymousity are okay with this teasing!"

Ask your momma, Frank. She told me it was cool.

"And of course," he adds parenthetically, "the underlying assumption to all of this is that the tree is actually falling in this particular forest."

Unsure as to which particular forest Frank has been frequenting of late, I can only surmise that he is speculating about whether "Her Anonymousity" a) exists, b) is a figment of my imagination, c) is the erstwhile newage artchick, d) is Dave Winer in drag, e) is sweet little Gretchen Pirillo, f) I have forgotten to take my meds again, or g) is my virtual dream lover for real with whose various body (mind, and other ineffable) parts I have unexpectedly yet utterly fallen in love.

The answer will be fully revealed (over her dead body, she says) in my forthcoming Dunghill Trope interview, on which I am already hard at work. No, really.

"Back to my bond analysis," Paynter ends the item.

Good idea, Frank. Glad I'm outta the market.