Can I be Frank with you?

It seems as though there is a common theme in the thread of messages that started with the commencement of Fred's hiatus on October 30th. It's Frank.

First, it was Frank the face painting alarmist.

Followed by Frank Zappa.

Then again it was the graphic artist Frank Frazetta.

And finally, a reference to Dirty Frank.

Frankly, it's catching. In fact, I'm giving up being notnotfredcube. So from now on, you can call me by my first, middle or last name: Frank.

A lesser man would have opted for a name like the smooth "Frank Sinatra", the stylistic "Frank Llyod Wright" or a cunning "Frank Abagnale". An even lesser man would have changed his name to "Ballpark Frank" or simply "B. Frank". But not notnotfredcube, aka notnatekeeler.

Whoever I am has clearly decided to go for it all.

My new name is now Frank Frank Frank.

Sincerely yours,

Frank Frank Frank

Not notnatekeeler, notnotfredcube!

I learned two things today.

First, since childhood, I've been parting my hair on the wrong side. My barber says that I'd look more dapper if I parted it on the other side to show off my handsome cowlick. Awesome!

Second, I discovered that my name is not notnatekeeler. It certainly isn't Nate Keeler. I don't even know that guy. Maybe Meatloaf does. Anyway, my name is more accurately describe as notnotfredcube. But rather than going through the official DS-5504 passport name change, I've just changed it in my blogger account. That should be official enough.

The new and improved foppish notnotfredcube officially declares: Hello World!

The King of Philosophy

"You ain't nothin' but a hound dog".
--Elvis Presley, Great American Philosopher (1935-1977)