About the Author

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

10/23/00 10:04A EDT @lanta

The author lives in a suburban area in Atlanta's metropolitan area in a house as old as he is. He has two cats -- one for each foot.

The author is an active member of a cult of his own invention. He says you can't join.

The author is presently employed as a computer guy. Previously, he was a computer guy and a computer guy. Any more detail than that will only be interesting to computer guys, says the gender-insensitive Editor, who is of the whip-and-chair school of author-taming.

A descendant of old English money raised by wolves in the mountainous rainforests of Western Georgia, the author gave up a promising career as a Southern Baptist minister because he snapped out of it. "I'd rather eat termites," he was observed to say, "than pretend to be responsible for someone else's soul." He later added, "Actually termites can be fairly tasty in the wet season."

The author will test positive for the following controlled substances: testosterone, caffeine, ethanol, nicotine, Algernon Swinburne, human growth hormone, political discontent, serotonin, animal proteins, human blood, monosodium glutamate, transhumanism, thujone, powdered sugar, Gothic temperament, mojo sauce, woodgies, anomie, and hummus. Some of the above, he doubtfully claims, was administered against his will.

The author plays drums badly and knows how to make a noise with a didgeridoo. However that's spelled. He also claims that he may soon run for public office out of self-defense -- and for the six-figure pension plan.

The author can't fish worth a damn.

The Editor previously had a job which included late-night private appearances inside chalk circles and going home smelling like fresh chicken blood.

[*]