(This is a pretty accurate rendering of how I look… unfortunately)
Name: Graumagus, AKA Grau, AKA Asshole, AKA Bill
Age: 41 going on 65
Weight: Titanic Fatarse
Ok, enough of that crap.
What can I say about myself that wouldn’t be more fun to just inflict on you folks at random via the blog? I’m a father of 2 boys (ages 15 & 10) that I love very much (henceforth referred to as “Elderspawn” and “Youngerspawn”). I’ve been a living history reenactor since April of 2000, mainly concentrating on French and Indian war to fur trade (1750′s to 1830′s) era. Used to do some ren faire stuff, but those were more working events than fun.
Currently I’m still working nights in a factory. Been working nights now for 17 years at one place or another and am heartily sick of it, but I still have a job- and in manufacturing that means I’m doing better than most. (Update: Finally on days… thank god).
Back in October of 2003 I decided that instead of inflicting my opinion on everyone else’s forums, I’d start my own. Soon after, Frizzen Sparks was born. I built up a modest following, spewed my bullshit as I saw fit, and had a great time using my little stage to expose my inner asshole to the universe at large. Every now and then I’d get quoted by one big dog blogger or another, and even got one of my rants (the now much email spammed Retrosexual Code) published in a few print outlets and got accreditation and linkage from Fox news contributor and blogger Michelle Malkin her own hot self.
I should have done T-shirts or something and made a buck. Too late now, that got stolen and sent out as e-mail spam a million times by now… oh well, so much for my 15 seconds of fame
In 2006 the comments spam just flat out got ridiculous, so I switched to an online buddy’s server and from Movable Type to the WordPress blog platform.
Then in October of 2007 my blog disappeared. I already chronicled this here if you give a rat’s ass why.
Lots of personal stuff happened that delayed my re-emergence into blogdom for almost a year and a half. I probably could have made it back sooner, but the sad truth is that until now, I just didn’t give a fuck.
Then a funny thing happened. Over the past 4 or 5 months, I kept finding myself doing something I hadn’t really done in a few years.
Composing blog entries. In my head as events unfolded around me, without even thinking about it, like I used to.
I needed my soapbox again. No teleprompter required.
I needed my little stage to perform the bizzare crap that I call a sense of humor, and that psychologists diagnose with really long names (usually ending in “chosis”) before writing out a stack of prescriptions.
I need an outlet again.
And you sorry bastards are the ones who have to suffer for it
Welcome to Frizzen Sparks 3.0