Career railroader. Ashamed Montana native. Internet-ordained minister. Misanthrope. Completely convinced that we’re living in a simulation that has gone totally off the rails; just assuming the programmer has had a stroke or something.
Avatar image: my inner berserker. Artist unknown.
Background image: a fortune cookie telling me to start a revolution.
I can’t believe I have to specify this, but all toots are my own thoughts and opinions, not my employer’s. Who would even think that?