Bobertz, why the hell would you even care if BillD or anyone else thinks that you don't exist? What difference does it make what they think about it? It's irrelevant.

What I suggest, though, if it's really botherin' you, is you go visit BillD. Knock on his front door. When he opens it, grab his nose HARD between 2 knuckles, pull his head down sharply, and shove a cream pie in his face, then spin him around and give him a good hard kick in the ass and say, "There, I exist! That's right...it's ME, Bobertz. In yer face, buddy! Ya satisfied now?"

That oughta put any remainin' doubts in his mind to rest. I once did this to a guy in Boston who had claimed he doubted my existence, and he's been tryin' to do me violence ever since...that proves I have convinced him of my existence, don't it?

- Chongo