Oh-oh-oh yes.

The ever-so-cosmopolitan one suggested that I am the product of a genetic union of Sartre and Heidegger.

From this, I have learnt:

1. Beware of pink drinks…
2. Democrats are so passé…
3. No matter what words you use to describe me, I am at one with my ways & that’s all that really matters to me.
4. Phonetically, most people just go with “Lease-uh” though.
   (I also find that “ell-em-hach” works just as well, it’s a phonetic concoction that is not a word, though it is referential to the thing that I am & the names I am known by, and quite descriptive of me in a constructually context-less, conceptual manner. but I’ve run aside. [“She’s gawn lateral again maw!”] Even still, others know me as “bunnykins” or “bunny feet”. I think both of those are better than “Meg-a-whati” though. Hence:)
5. Names be so subjective. [Yes, being part of language, of course they are..]
6. For a further reference to the absent/nothing ideas, see the latest offering on my info/profile page. Ooh, binaries.
7. “Odd,” is just the beginning.
8. “Curious,” yes (and from both perspectives – I’m aware that I have an incessantly curious nature, but I am also looked upon as a curiosity.)
9. “101 ways..” has probably already been tried, completed & tossed aside.
   and…
10. I need to get some sleep.