Carl Kesner is a grumpy ol’ git and all around irascible curmudgeon. He spends his days pining for fjords and watching B-grade movies on his flat screen TV. Carl is a military brat who, by life example, underscores the truth found in the adage that says “you can take the military out of the brat, and you are left with a brat.” He lives in Virginia with his wife, Barbara (a woman on the Chesapeake Bay Seagulls’ Ten Most-Wanted List) and Scooter, the cat who came to dinner and decided to stay. All the loose change he has found under the sofa cushions in his house has been donated to the MystiCon Science-Fiction Convention in Roanoke, VA. Oh yeah…he’s had some odiferous poetry published in local ‘zines along with a few fumbling interviews of celebrity personages. Carl also screams at the sky, records said screams on his iPad, and transcribes them into rants unsuitable for the editorial page of his hometown newspaper. 

Carl is currently serving a sentence of indeterminate length as the MystiCon Promotions Director.