As I’ve mentioned in e-mails to a couple of you lately, how can you be sure who Jannie Funster really is? Or if I even exist at all?
Am I actually an 89-year-old man living in a drafty hut with 17 cats in Eastern Mongolia? Or a former champion mig welder putting myself through the University of Nevada law school by working part-time as a Cirque de Soleil contortionist? Could I be a spy with a penchant for munching raw carrots while flinging my bra in the moonlight, who couldn’t sing a note (let alone write a song,) if my double agent life depended on it? (Darn, I swore I wouldn’t mention the word “bra” in a post again for at least a week. Whoops.)
But … here’s your chance to know The Real Jannie. Ask me anything you’d like about me. Anything! Serious or silly, I will answer all queries to the best of my knowledge and my somewhat limited intellectual abilitites.
Fire away!
— Jannie. (Or am I?)
