From the undulating left ventricle of a flaming ox, Quasar sprang to life. He obtained the cut of his jib on the backstreets of Houston (I-10 and the 45) while wrangling the protruding proboscis of ungulate creatures in Dallas and San Antonio. He spent his formative years in clubs and bars of Austin, playing a traditional mix of banjo and esoteric comedy, or as it is called, Crunchy and Way Strum. He currently herds bits and bytes with his fractal cousin, Dylalien.
-- The Book of Somewhat Slightly Misaligned Truths