Meet the FingersHere they are, the many fingers of the Fist of Blog.
Bi/os? Dear god, who flashed the bios to get this guy in here? Part man, mostly ape, ChaosFist discovered the cure for aids, allergies, and lower back pain, on the internet. His word is as good as gold, or at least the next word he makes up to sound like he has a clue. Pedantic in all his pursuits, ChaosFist is truly the worlds greatest orneraminazio.
Digit makes a daily swim from his undersea habitat 500 feet below the surface of the Indian Ocean, risking the bends, to share his internet nuggets with the rest of you. And this is the thanks he gets. Master. Commander. Deckhand. Poopdeck. Poop.
I am a finger of dirt.
From Cannibal Corpe's "Rotting Head": A quivering pile of useless flesh, locked in a padded cell Hidden from the prying eyes of curiosity Experimental surgery made him what he is today His head is rotting but his body lives on as a worthless vegetable Unknown to mankind, the incredible power of his mind
Finger is a Cimmerian, a barbarian of the far north. One of his grandfathers, however, came from a southern tribe. He was born on a battlefield and is the son of a village blacksmith. Finger matured quickly as a youth and, by age fifteen, he was already a respected warrior who had participated in the destruction of the Aquilonian outpost of Venarium. After its destruction, he was struck by wanderlust and began the adventures chronicled by the bard, encountering skulking monsters, evil wizards, tavern wenches, and beautiful princesses. He roamed throughout the Hyborian Age nations as a thief, outlaw, mercenary and pirate. As he grew older, he began commanding larger units of men and escalating his ambitions. In his forties, he seized the crown of the tyrannical king of Aquilona, the most powerful kingdom of the Hyborian Age, having strangled the previous ruler on the steps of the throne. You can also read his posts here on Fist of Blog.
When he was a kid FingerPuppet accidentally converted himself to binary when he stuck a butter knife into the floppy disk drive of his brother's Commodore 64. Since that time he has developed a strong affinity for reggae music, an uncanny ability to dodge electrons, and the documented proof that hex 42 is actually the answer and not decimal 42.
Flingr only posts pictures from Flickr. He is a robot, often controlled by Thumb's iPhone.
The man behind the curtain of Fist Of Blog is Index. He’s a mastercoder, king of research, and can match nerd wits with the best. Ask him about playing invisible chess some time.
Seeking everlasting equilibrium between left and right brain activity, JFinger is a software engineer and (semi)retired classically trained musician who would come out of retirement only if put up in a nice beachhouse in the tropics with a servant offering unlimited margaritas. Meanwhile, he will continue brewing hand-crafted organic beers, a craft he has enjoyed since the late 1980s. He finds politics interesting, as well as finance, economics, sports and the funnies. He likes to read the newspaper, or at least he did before they closed them all down. Having been brought up in the newspaper business (son of a Hearst Corporation-owned newspaper reporter), JFinger is always on the lookout for some interesting and worthy story to share on the FIST.
I'm a sporting guy. I like rollerblade basketball, waterpolo and a good dripping paper basket of nachos.
he lives in seattle with his wife and 2 cats. one is fat and weighs 19ish pounds. the other is muscular and weighs 19ish pounds. together they make a 40 pound cat blanket. he plays geetar and and is a music elite-ist. your favorite band sucks. unless he likes it.
Some call her Crust. Some use her full name, Jesus Crust Porno Star. We made her change her name to a single digit. She’s a writer, she’s a fighter, she’s a something that rhymes with writer. Biter?
Polly has lived in Hamstertown with her husband since 1998. She has 4 fuzzy children and loves to rollerskate and rock it to the beat. Her turn ons include vegetarian food, back and foot rubs, and pagans. Her turn offs are cruelty, germs, and mean aliens.
"i'm a pretty big deal around here." [x] music [x] winter [x] weed [x] orly? [x] srsly? [x] STFU
Well, I'm happy to disappoint you.
Former jet-fighter jock, currently an eccentric philanthropist and international playboy, Stinkfinger is devoted to juxtaposing the sacred and the profane to both baffle and entertain you, and possibly to save Western civilization from utter dissolution. Stinkfinger neither engages in nor understands the practice of “felching.”
For some people, Thumb is number one. For others, Index is number one. When I count on my fingers, I use my index finger first and my thumb last. You gotta prolem with that?