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By Todd Stadler · Tuesday, October 30, 2001 5:57pm

Like Christy, I too have become enamored of the anagram craze that's sweeping the nation.

And as usual, it's amazing what subtle truths are revealed about myself and the world at large by simply rearranging the letters in my name. Names that were chosen, mind you, by parents who likely had no access to the program I used to calculate these anagrams. Which makes their resultant truth that much scarier.

So what am I?

A perverted child of some sort?:

I'm a twisted, droll lad.
I'm "Twisted Dollar Lad".

Some kind of unusual artist?:

Well, I'm odd artist lad.
Well, a mild, odd artist.

Perhaps I'm stupid?:

Alas, dim-witted, droll.
Drat - lewd, small idiot.

Or is it my wild nature that prevails?:

Wild time, odd all-star.
Rowdiest lad - dim, tall.

Or my celebrity?:

I add well-lit stardom.

I am the problem with this world?:

A world's admitted ill.

Or am I the world to some people?:

I am dad's little world.

One thing's for sure - I am the creator of the best anagram lists:

All-time word-list dad.