OMG! Ponies!
Internet Gadfly, Speaker For The Dead, and Used Spaceship Salesman. OMG! Ponies! has been drummed out of pretty much every organization that he has been a part of (except for the Brooklyn Steppers Drum Corps, which instead just shunned him Mennonite-style).
When he's not using the Force to sleep with women or selling pipeweed laced with PCP in the Shire, he's wasting time on teh Internets when he's supposed to be working.
Likes include long walks on Arrakis, the desert planet that is home of the Spice, hunting moose (and squirrel to a lesser extent), a collecting shiny objects and small bits of string for his nest. Dislikes include New York Yankees fans, oppressive humidity, and genetically-modified megalomaniacs from the late 20th Century put into cryogenic stasis and left to drift into space.
You can find him at http://twitter.com/#!/OMG_Ponies and http://www.omg-ponies.com
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