This is me...
Don't worry, nothing's wrong with your monitor. The idea is to prevent small children from running away screaming
their heads off at the sight - hence the "artistic filters". Probably at a later stage, after a series of preliminary tests on selected volunteers,
I will get an FDA permit to remove the filters; i.e. after having proved no permanent damage to human, animal or plant life.
So please, bear for now with me and my art nouveau head.
My real name is actually Ioji, and where I originally come from, the Far-East (of Europe, i.e. Romania), itís not as uncommon as that.
However, after moving on at the unripe age of 13 to the Middle-East (of Asia, i.e. Israel), some funny local official decided my name
sounded too funny and re-baptised me (lucky he didnít re-circumcise me) into the non funny sounding Joseph. Which, with the only other
Joseph known me at that stage in my life being Joseph Stalin, wasnít really funny at all in my eyes. Therefore I moved very fast into the
realm of assorted nicknames and the native version of my Joseph being Yossi so Yossi it was. I wonít bore you with stories of my childhood,
my hoodloomhood, my studenthood, my lovelifehood and the rest of the hoods. I wonít even tell you about my dogs and their hoods. It just so
happened that at a certain stage in my life I suddenly woke up with a BSc in Electronic Engineering, a wife, two kids, and an insatiable desire
for writing. But as all of you millions of seasoned readers of this note ("...optimistic the bastard, isnít he...") out there know, itís only
the Stephen Kingís of this world that have a right to quench this thirst. The rest of us have the unalienable right to queue up and wait. So I
queued up and waited (I was number 223,451,093 - today there are an additional few billions following me which doesnít bother me except for
those that barge straight in the front). With absolutely no chance of reaching the ticket distribution window before I wither of old age and
die I decided for a sideways move and letís go self-publishing. You think that the bible scribes had a publisher? And look where they are.
So letís go and self-scribe.
...and this is still me, but some 30 years later!