Michael Hobbs won the stock option lottery ("...just what is a stock option?" he asked innocently the first they tried to grant him some) when he was still all but a child, and now he wastes his time very seriously ooogling birds, savoring IPAs and single malt scotches, assiduously attending to the needs of cats, going to readings and concerts with his wife Janka, and generally trying to have fun in the bucket we're all going to hell in. He does not generally consider himself a writer.