The plaint of the phony architect, or How not to get a date, etc. Part umpteen

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People ask me why my screen name is R_Chitect. Hellloowwww? I mean -- I built the Tower of Babel. Put up the walls of Jericho. Made the flood control levee for Atlantis. And I have a bridge in Brooklyn for sale.

In short -- I have a sterling reputation. (Oh silver polish? What’s that?) I am internationally un-renown. I even won the Ig-Nobel prize. I am honorable and honest as a mid-June day in Antarctica is long.

There’s more. I’m a good listener when my hearing aid is adjusted properly. And once my ritalin scrip kicks in, I have vast powers of concentration. I have successfully completed courses in anger management, sensitivity training and metrosexual wimpiness. Still not convinced? My real name is Frank Lloyd..(..yeah, Wright). I named my daughter Joan of Arch. My boat was christened Noah’s Arch. And I have fallen arches.

Let’see-- other interesting things about me. I am fixated on women named Betty. Boop, Page, Apple Brown and that nice ole lady that runs England. Interesting how many women names are derived from Elizabeth? Bette, Betty, Beth, Elisa, Liz, Lisa, Lizzie, Leisa, Abe… (oops!) Almost as many as the rich permutations of men’s names from Felix, Ignatz, Bozo,Rufus, Fang and Hey-You-Dummy.

Ok, time to close w/all those cool hackneyed internet aphorisms –

ciao 4 niao,

TTFN,

toodles,

“hosta” lavista,

C U L 8 R, A V 8 R

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