After graduating, I spent five decades raising badgers in a temporal vortex before emerging to find that only 20 seconds had passed. These days, I'm reconciling the fact that I am now 78 years old, and likely will die of liver failure if a suitable badger cannot be substituted.

I'm also married to Ronessa (Starling) and have two beautiful daughters, some sort of computer science degree from University of Michigan that I don't use, my own business, and a dying cat. But that's all boring everyday nonsense.