Fifteen of the first seventeen years of my life were spent in Angleton, TX, about which the less said, the better. After graduating high school in 1994, I joined the U.S. Marine Corps, and in 1999, after five years they finally gave up on ever turning me into a trained killer and turned me loose upon the civilian world. In 2002, the University of Texas at Austin gave me a BA in History and English, and, after six years, the University of Toronto awarded me a PhD in Medieval Studies in 2009. Having had the good luck to finish my degree in the worst economic crisis in seventy years, I found no academic employment upon completion of grad school, but that changed near the end of the 2009-2010 academic year, with me receiving an offer of a lecturership. Eventually, the mountain of academic purgatory will shake as with a great earthquake accompanied by a cry of "Gloria in excelsis!" when I do land a tenure-track position, but until then, I'm at the ronin stage of my academic career. In addition, I was at one time a bad poet and fancied myself something of a writer. That dream has since died a quiet death.