Who am I?
If you google "John Everett": I'm not the guy with the Funeral Home, the Private Investigator (JohnEverettPI.com! How cool is that!) nor am I the real estate guy. I don't work at the Canadian Institute for Theoretical Astrophysics. (My "string theory" involves wondering why my shirt is unraveling) I'm not the photographer in Houston (Although I must say his work impresses me. Wonder if I could get a Doppleganger discount?) Didn't write a technical book about "Very Small Aperture Terminals" (Why don't they make the doors to the airport building bigger?) I'm not the 19 year old NYC comedian named John Everett with all the pretty girls flirting with him on his MySpace page, although we have a few things in common (I go off on rants sometimes, and I also do a fair Bill Cosby impression, although it's probably 20 years out of date and involves Jello pudding) Most certainly am not John Everett the Highwayman, Turnkey and Ale-House Kee...