“Apparently there is only One True b!X and we should stop worshipping false b!Xes.”
– Joss Whedon, 25 June 2006 (WHEDONesque)
“I beat up a couple of false b!Xes earlier.”
– Joss Whedon, 27 July 2007 (Comic-Con)
FURIOUS nads! is written by The One True b!X, a ten-year resident of the Portland of Oregon and a devout agnostic who aspires to be an at least passable rationalist (for lack of a better term). If events were pictures and emotions were sounds, his memories would play as silent movies. When he writes, he refuses to indicate whether or not it is his nads, specifically, which are furious. Nearing forty with no guiding passions, and despite his achievements and his discoveries, he has broken his life.
Shortly after moving to Portland in 1997, he become co-owner (and then sole proprietor) of the Millennium Cafe, which he then ignominiously proceeded to run into the ground.
From late 2002 through late 2005, he published the critically-acclaimed Portland Communique, an experiment in reader-supported independent journalism whose departure is still lamented by some today.
Sometime in 2003, he discovered The Finger, a zine apparently published by local shipyard workers during World War II, which he made available online and currently is preparing as an on-demand reprint.
In early 2006, he founded Can’t Stop the Serenity, an unprecedented annual global event consisting of locally-organized charity screenings of the Joss Whedon film Serenity to benefit Equality Now, which to date has raised more than $160,000.
In the Fall of 2007, he helped launch Fans4Writers, a grassroots effort to support the Writers Guild of America in its strike against the Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers.
Currently, he is under-employed at The Great Northwest Bookstore and would not necessarily object to switching to another independent bookstore if a full-time opportunity presented itself, and might even be willing to relocate for it.
He has resurrected his long-dormant wishlist, so now you once again can buy him many wonderful gifts. Just don’t buy any of them for yourself through that link, else it fools Amazon into removing it from his wishlist, and tricks him into awaiting a delivery which never will arrive.
He neither bikes nor dances nor dates nor drives nor drugs nor swims. He does, however, drink. Oddly, he no longer smokes.