Hi! My name is actually Ma with what appears to be a Pi symbol. I guess I like to be some what normal using letters but like to let it be known that I’m artsy to by using symbols.

I was born near Reykjavik, Iceland in the mid 1950s. After a night of Glima practice when I was five, we start early in Iceland, I was apparently abducted by aliens. Where they attempted to harvest my genetic material but finally booted me from their program. Years later I saw the report that said I was kicked out due to my need to cuddle after each harvest. Due to my woeful knowledge of Quantum Physics at the age of five I was regulated to the mail room. There I learned many interesting things about the postal history of my alien employers but I digress…

When they came back to Earth or what they called it, Honey Suckle Weaks (though my translation might be a little off), they wiped my memory and gave me an American memory. They then placed me with a nice family of Emu ranchers in west Texas.

I guess they dropped me off in the mid ‘80s which do to some sort of time/space thingy, woeful knowledge still at age ten, many years passed on Honey Suckle Weaks, but I only aged five more years. When I became of age I wanted to go far and being only slightly dyslexic I went to Fargo. Possibly being only dyslexic enough for that joke alone.

I’ve pieced most of this story from box tops and talking to my favorite locals at local watering holes. There you’ll catch me signing incorrect lyrics to songs playing on the radio and regaling you with mostly incorrect trivia as well.