So, for some of us, Mr.Bubble just sits there, a bubble with time on his hands. Those who become close to him know that he really does care which side of the road you start out on, and how much time could have been saved if you'd just ridden the bus.
Mr. Bubble was present at the creation of OtherMUSH. He was quite fried at the time, so he only remembers some bright light and a lancinating pain in his groin. To this day he remains fried, and in almost perpetual agony.
Eventually, Mr.Bubble will have a link in here to his own home page, but for now you're just going to have to deal with this trite conversation you've just forced yourself to read. Dork.