I was test-driving a Beta version of it, but it kept asking for passwords then not acknowledging the one’s I’d recorded as the correct ones, so I gave it up for now. PLUS, I’d configured the set up so I couldn’t watch porn, and oh, no, no, no.
Arguing for my independence with my trust lords has gotten really old, really fast. See, I’m like a poor man’s Brittany Spears: all my money is in a special needs trust, dispensed as need be by my Trustees: Gil Roth and Peter Johnson. Gil, I’ve been friends with since St. John’s. Peter does this for a living, & cuts me a world of always legal and ethical slack. More tomorrow. Nighty-night.