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well-known and well-loved, but among only a strictly defined media universe.
(Source: XY Survival Guide 2)

There are better things for you to do with your time than look up my bio. But if you must, then I attest that the picture you see here is an image of the Real, True Me. Yes, I am none other than an attractive platter of mult-grain toast, scrambled egg whites seasoned with dillweed, orange juice, and an out-of-season Valentine's Day napkin.

For starters, "Joe" was known for many years as Josh McNeill. Nowadays, I occasionally go by Linus Castillo, like on Goodreads. But most of the time, you can call me Joe. I was born on a balmly summer morning. The breeze was a heat shield of fiery passion, and it was the best of times and the worst of times... actually, I was born in the late afternoon, which probably explains why I've never been a morning person. I don't mind waking up in the morning, especially if there's somewhere I have to be, but it's always such a daunting and uncomfortable chore. I need at least 3 cups of coffee just to get me aware, and even then I haven't yet reached the productive stage (like, say, tooth brushing). In any case, there were certainly many interesting things happening in the world during the part of 1982 when my birth would label me an Aries. But the most interesting thing of all from that year? You got stuck with me. Hurray!

As Josh McNeill, I've met a lot of interesting people. Some of the people who read my diary even know me as Joe, and some are privileged to know my home address. (This has only happened after we've gotten to know each other well enough, of course. Plus the exchange of addresses has usually meant that I will receive some type of goody in the mail...what? I'm shallow.) In any case, there's no denying that the public outpouring of my thoughts has resulted in the formation of some great long-distance friendships.

So, who am I again, exactly? Nobody. Nothing. That was my foot falling asleep.

PS: Was that a Bette Midler song I heard playing? Or the power ballad It's All Coming Back To Me Now (the Celine Dion version, of course)? Because I looooove me some karaoke...