I can generally tell who is who within a few posts. I knew it was ~ as Odin right off, and suspected feck, though the comments about having grown children threw me off ( not sure if that was a false trail or what). All the way back to Geotima, it's never been a problem. I can smell you people through the aether.
Berzerk Savant was from when I first started posting at Spengler back in '06. At that point, there wasn't so much waxwing and onewhosees ( though I am pretty sure he was there as Babe The Glazed Ham, booted when he spoke of shotgunning gays in a convo with Tinker and Orpheus M, whom I miss quite a bit. He has put in appearances at Diegetics, IIRC). Instead, there was Elendil, Tor, Collingwood, Nergol, TI, and a number of others at or near the same level of education. Ivy League, Oxford, former FBI guys, lavender like that. It was fairly rarefied air, in a serious way. I was reaching for pure arrogance even trying to post on their level, but then they fucked up and for some reason started talking about my field of investigation. So, with the understanding that I would be the intellectual runt of the litter, I made up Berzerk Savant. Nobody has ever credibly called me an durian, that's not my problem.
This is my problem.
W-rEiVl_0hA
Except I never seem to have a problem running out of it before a battle. Oy.
So, there's that. Demon of Undoing was something I switched to on Diegetics, mostly on a whim. It is from
thisbook, one of those scifi novels I read when considerably younger that had bad cover art, a slightly imitative setting, but a very good story. In the book, humans have come to the world of a bipedal feline race and promptly screwed it up, by virtue of all the hazards attendant to violations of the Prime Directive. After retreating to their own continent, humans become creatures of myth for the clannish and warlike felines, until one rogue high caste cat finds a living example. The human are the Demons of Undoing, and so are we all. I just admit it.
I was either that or Turd Furgesson.