Some people have guessed it already and those in the know kept it on the down low, but I don’t think we can keep this an open secret any longer. My timeline for revealing the whole shebang was to do it during Claypril, the most wonderful month of the year, but events transpired and inquiring minds have caught up with me, the same way the law always does. Plus, I was caught red-handed.
[mention]Houtenziel[/mention] wrote this in one of the threads on PSF:
"Ok I know we are all thinking it.. WK.. is that you?
Unmistakable, riffing writing style.
Has red Nording Compass and YB Pug
Likes MM Cigars, and patron saint Muriel
Likes anchovies on a "Pizza Pie"
Is capable of naming all the spice girls and somehow connect it to washboard playing
Either that or WK was a highlander, and you defeated him and absorbed all his powers.. There can be only one."
I don’t know what a highlander is, but, as I have said to the people who've PM'd me, I know I have a distinct ideolect. We all have one. It is our distinct way of speaking our dialect. I really do talk like this, raconteur extraordinaire[/]I-style. I just don't include all the chuckles when I transcribe my thoughts. Unmistakeale riffing wrting style? Check. Whenever I spend too much time on a topic, I sound like WK. Like WK, CB likes to digress.
A Nording Compass is a very nice pipe, the perfect blend of metal and briar with a plastic bit that isn’t vulcanite. The only people who don't enjoy a Nording Compass are the people who have never tried one. A Yello-Bole Pug is a handy wee pipe that is good for a short smoke break between acts or for just carrying around in your breast pocket because it takes up no space at all. Supplies of both these pipe lines are limited. They didn't pay me to say that.
Anyone who enjoys reliable flavor enjoys machine made cigars. Anyone who values the virtue of feminine pulchritude respects Muriel Hauptmann.
I try not to be the kind of jerk who can't see inner beauty. When I person smokes a pipe, they know not to take the tin note at face value. Everyone deserves a chuckle. Everyone can fit at least six Chuckles in their pocket.
Canned fish is a staple. Putting words in “quotation-marks” and using unnecessary-connecting-dashes-between-words to make a point was always one of Whalehead King’s “trade-marks.” Whalehead King-----what a maroon.
My favorite key to [mention]Houtenziel[/mention] 's deductive reasoning, that Houtz is a real Quincy, is the last:
“Is capable of naming all the spice girls and somehow connect it to washboard playing”
Yeah, that's pure WK. The jig is up.
The mask is off.
Citizen B is Whalehead King. Don’t tell anybody who doesn’t already know. It is none of their business. I'm still the eloquent jerk that I've always been. Someone told me that "eloquent jerk" has been my nickname for years when my "so-called" friends want to talk about me but they don't want to use be on the record in email, snapchats, bar chatter, pillow talk with their husbands, etc.
When I am not an eloquent jerk, I am Whalehead King. When I am not Whalehead King, I am Citizen B.
I am Citizen B.
It is nice to meet you all.
