Phillip Calvin McGraw, Phd, Psychologist, Relationship and Life Strategy Expert, TV personality and author, relaxed in a speedo and baseball cap beside his swimming pool and tried to put the past week behind him.

It had only been a week since receiving the phone call from Oprah Winfrey that had changed his life. Somehow she had come into contact with a denizen of Blogstream and was torn between two impulses. She either wanted to offer all members of the 'stream free psychological services for having to tolerate this Anexplorer person or buy them all a free car.

Dr. Phil was charged with deciding which of those two alternatives to recommend. It seemed a straight forward task, one he and his staff were eminently qualified to tackle.

He send two of his top researchers into the 'stream.

They never returned.

He sent two more.

They vanished without a trace.

He sent his top researcher, a phd psychologist like himself, a contributor to the DSM 4, the standard diagnostic Bible of the American Psychological Association, author of twenty peer reviewed papers on various psychological disorders.

The next day the only trace of the poor man was an e-mail message on Dr. Phil's computer reading, "Having a wonderful time, glad you're not here! How's that workin' for ya!"

In desperation Dr. Phil had chanced upon a new strategy. He had learned of a psychologist who had a member of the 'stream as a patient and had sent for her. The click of high heels on the flagstone of the poolside alerted him to her presence.

He opened his eyes to see his wife leading a radiant young woman in skirt and blouse toward the pool.

Dr. Phil waved his hand in greeting. "Doctor Feelgoddess, I presume? You all 'll forgive me if I don't get up. I'm kind of weighted down by this here laptop."

Dr. Phil's wife pulled over a chair for the young woman.

"Now Dr. Ah unnerstand y'all have seenin' a member of the blogstream as a patient and that he's signed a release permittn me to talk to y'all?"

"What?" said Dr. Feelgoddess.

"Ah unnerstand y'all..."

The radiant woman laughed and held up her hand, "I'm sorry, I was only joking. That's a cute accent you have." She smiled radiantly. "And yes, Scratchy has been a patient of mine for some time."

"An would y'all say he was a typical citizen of this blogstream?"

"Well he recently lost his mojo for a while, but he seems to have found it again. Scratchy lives in a Tomb with Ralphie T Lion who watches ESPN, Boris The Gremlin and the dust bunny gang who live under his futon, Mr. P the Tiger, Asa the Dragon, Barney Fife, Chester the Cheetah who sleeps all the..."

"Really, and how's that workn' for him?"

"Well he's not afraid of the dark but he does worry about bloggremlins."

Dr. Phil sighed. "Now, just so y'all know, I haven't just fallen off the turnip truck. Y'all say he's worried and he looses things? And he consults you professionally?"

"I wouldn't let him know, but Scratchy is one of my favourite patients. I look forward to our sessions together."

"And how well is he tolerating have this Anexplorer character runnin' around his neck of the woods?"

"Oh, I think Anexplorer may be the least of his worries."

"Wall then I think I have ma answer. Thank y'all for comin' t'see me, Dr. Feelgoddess."

A free car or free psychological services? Dr. Phil was now certain of his answer. Pulling a tiny cell phone from his speedo, he hit speed dial.

"Hello Oprah, y'all remember that question y'asked me last week. Well here's what I think y'all should do...."