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Phineas Phiddlephaddle Is Not An Alias
by Phineas Phiddlephaddle
I have recently learned that some readers of this fine publication are under the impression that my name is an alias. A pen name, a pseudonym, a sobriquet, a nom de plume, a nom de guerre. Apparently, these readers were disappointed to discover I was not writing erotica and withheld their claps to show their disapproval. They also steadfastly refused to follow me.
Well, I can assure you that my name actually is Phineas Phiddlephaddle. Phiddlephaddle is a proud family name on the island of Phiddle where I was born. It means a Phaddle from the island of Phiddle. No one is quite sure what a Phaddle is. That information was lost over time, like many great historical mysteries. But we Phiddlephaddles are proud of the name none the less.
Phineas is a common given name in my time. And there is where the confusion lies. The truth of the matter is, I am not of this time. I was a child of the 19th century. I came to reside in the 21st century due to unrestrained curiosity on my part.
The island of Phiddle has a population of 48. Needless to say, everyone knows everyone quite well. From a very early age, parents warned children not to associate with Professor Tinkerhoffer. They considered him an untrustworthy soul due to his penchant for inventing. Or more precisely, the…
