***** 6176746f6c6c65 got his nickname from spending too much time trying to decipher the great mysteries of computer operating systems.
As a practicing attorney for some 30 years, 6176746f6c6c65 has an opinion on just about everything. A frustrated geneticist, biochemist, quantum physicist, cosmologist, he turned to accounting as an undergraduate major after encountering Calculus.
After marriage and becoming the father of two daughters, education became a topic of high interest, and one upon which he blogs often. He has served as a member of Site Councils for 17 years, 15 at the high school from which his daughters graduated.
Blogging since sometime in 2006, he will venture an opinion on anything of which he has even a scintilla of knowledge, further illustrating the truism that a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
***** Jammer5 was born in the town of Venice, California, as I’ve posted in a recurrent theme of mine via Ramblings of a _______ SoCal mind. There is no story to my nic, other than I play a bad guitar.
I never did much blogging until a friend of mine pointed me to that other blog, where I cut my teeth on the realities of attempted communication with the one track mind. I seldom post there anymore, as this place provides a forum more conducive to conversation.
I wrote for a couple of on-line writing sites for awhile, and fully enjoyed it. I wrote some short fiction, poetry, and flash fiction, as well as a book about chickens being people too, which featured a different writer for each chapter. We actually did two books. One of the most fun projects I’ve ever done, although there is no hope of getting them published. I also was involved in a joint project about the ballad of Jose Quirm, Tequila Worm. A sick and glorious saga about Jose’s travels.
I have lived and worked in the States as if I only had one life to live. I found it difficult to work at one place too long. Too much to learn out there to be stuck in one job forever. I always wondered how a person could stay at one job for thirty years. Just wasn’t my style.
I was a Republican for many years, until Bush entered the scene. His lack of respect for the Constitution turned me off, so I started looking at both the Democrats and the Libertarians, and, while finding things I liked about both, chose the Democrats. Glad I did. I’m for gay rights, universal health care and a dog in every yard.
Being a single dad for many years put a hinderence on my education, but I kind of make up for that by reading just about anything with words on it. So if my english ain’t not so good at time, it boils down to education. Dat’s ’bout it, folks. I is me!
***** PrairiePond has been blogging under another nic since 2002, but it doesn’t mean she’s good at it. This Western Kansas farm girl has been tormenting religious folks, republicans and authority figures since 1956 when she first perfected the skill on her long suffering parents. The Pond proves that still waters do not run deep, and prides herself on being “an inch deep and a mile wide” on all topics. She finds comfort in the words of John Prine, Molly Ivins and Mother Jones, and misses her adopted home and friends in Austin, Texas.
A profane, radical and generally obnoxious lesbian, Prairie Pond gave up politics and an economic consulting business in 2001 to return to Kansas and her family farm. She still lives there with her barn cats, chickens, and Summer the Wonder Dog. In her spare time, Pondy also writes columns for the local newspaper, sells veggies and eggs at local farmers markets, and desperately tries to raise more hell and less corn. So far, she’s succeeding.
***** WSClark a.k.a. William Stephenson Clark is a lunatic, photographer, moron, author, biker, ex-businessman, lazy SOB that could be called a bastard if it wasn’t for the fact that his parents had been married for three weeks before he was conceived. He is a life long liberal and a dedicated opponent of discrimination of all kinds. He was born in the Commonwealth of Kentucky, grew up in Detroit and has lived in Kansas (to the States regret) since the early Eighties.
Clark lives alone (sob) in Wichita with his three adult rescue cats, and two rescue dogs, Rufus and the world-famous Cookie. He is the world’s best BBQ chef and a devoted follower of music, despite the fact that he has absolutely no musical talent whatsoever.