A LiveJournal should have a title. Mine doesn't.

First, this is a link to my music library stuff available at Productiontrax, just in case you are a film maker or something like that:



And now for the Bio.

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A while back, I decided I wanted to have one of my friends write my new bio for me. Only one brave soul, consectari, had the guts to come forward with one. The following words (and choices of links to some obscure musician) are hers:

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Ah-hem. May I have your attention, please? Thank you.

This is a biography of bugfish as written by consectari.

In the beginning, he was born. Soon after, he began to make a great deal of noise which, in due time, became noise that one would term "music". He has many toys of a musical nature and makes pretty noises on them, which are then recorded and selectively shared with the world via Iuma.

He is married and will thus say, if propositioned, Go Away (You Sweet Sweet Girl), unless the proposition comes from a man, in which case he might just say, "Thanks, but I’m married." His wife is the lovely winterlady, to whom he said I Want You In My Life... he’s a clever monkey, you see. They live in suburban Michigan with their son, Kidlet, who is quite clever himself. The family loves to spend time outside enjoying the bounty of Mother Nature. And they all love to eat Burgers.

bugfish does something computer-ey for a nonprofit organization. And when he goes in for his performance review, he inevitably hears You’re Not Fired. This is generally thought to be a good thing. Often, he gets calls from frantic people saying I Need Windows Help. This is because Windows sucks. On Mondays, work is very, very bad and he usually comes home saying Please Destroy Me. No one will do it, though...we love our bugfish!

Oh, and one last thing: he knows The Answer. It’s 42.