Born in Liverpool, England, back when the Beatles were still making records. A linguist by training, Russian and Hungarian are just two of the languages I have completely forgotten. Committed journalistic sins of varying degrees of gravity in London without getting caught, then fled to Vienna, Austria, where I currently work as an editor. I enjoy hacking Perl in my spare time, whenever I'm not playing squash or running.
My alter ego, mooseboy, entered the Monastery one crisp autumn morning in a year that can only be described as palindromic. I first met mooseboy while browsing in Chapters, downtown Vancouver, where he showed me a copy of danger's book. Since that time, we have been inseparable, although advances in surgical procedures in recent years give me great hope for the future. Yes, that is a llama in the photo. It's at the Tierpark Herberstein in the Austrian province of Styria.