not at all, but this envisioned utopia, by your own words, opend the path for scores of snot-nosed, pointy-eared, hairy-toed little finnish/mexican painterlings!
i dont need to claim an avatar because i didn't need to know i even won. won what?
a few goldfish hop out of their bowl to gasp for air in our world for a little before they dry up. no biggie smalls.