E. C. Bigribs

Tester of software.

Servant to cats.

Rider of motorcycles.

Adequate spouse.

Small-town stealth malcontent.

Occasional assembler of words and images.

Sometimes deliberately obtuse for comedic effect, other times accidentally obtuse for bathetic effect; rarely but not never both at the same time.

Possibly five raccoons in an Aerostich suit.

Sancho Panza to a twelve-year-old Doña Quixote.

Still bad at boosting.