Hodgepodge Society Codename: Faygo Redpop

Hodgepodge Chapter: Not Affiliated with the Hodgepodge Society.
Official Liaison of the Mishmash Brotherhood under the Treaty of Saskatchewan, Article 12, Section C, Paragraph 6.

Distinguishing Marks: Eye Patch, Fingerless Gloves, Resembles Video Game Villian

Year of Hodgepodge Society Induction: N/A

Bio: My life began, inauspiciously enough, with the mating of Catherine
Diann Lowery and Daniel "My Parents couldn't afford a middle name"
Ranallo. Both third generation immigrants, they instilled in me the proud work ethic of their forebears, but being Irish and Italian Catholics,
respectively, they also saw fit to instill guilt, shame and magic in me, too. I did the family proud as the first of a new generation, enrolling in Scribner's Business institute and earning my Certified Public Accountant degree only to find the actual work of accounting to be an unbelievably dreadful experience. All was changed, though, on the fateful day that I
responded to an online job posting: "Wanted: Accountant, familiar with
Czechoslovakian tax codes, sense of humor a must, no fatties." What
luck!

I had performed an externship in Bratislava, and with a few polishing touches to my curriculum vitae I accepted a position with the
Hodgepodge Society's Pittsburgh chapter. It was there my skills were truly put to the test; writing off rubber chickens, funny glasses and exploding cigars while my tuxedoed employers popped in only to demonstrate advances noogie technology. Then one night it all changed... Lord Robert von Isenberg was attempting to repair a discarded Clinac 2100 C100 accelerator. As he toiled in his laboratory, I entered to have him sign an expense report (his recent trip to Walla Walla, Washington had, predictably, turned up no further explanation of why that town is "so damn funny sounding"). Next thing I know, Sir Joseph Lyons, Esq. comes bursting in yelling "Eureka!" and brandishing a tuning fork. To what purpose, I know not, as he slipped on a banana peel and executed a perfect front flip, fracturing his tibia for the umpteenth time. The fork arced gracefully through the air and embedded itself in my eye socket, eliciting from me a primal scream after which I fell backwards under the beam of radiation whiles Lord Robert remained intently focused on a circuit panel, unaware of the comedic chaos around him. In the aftermath, hair refused to grow on my irradiated scalp. Needless to say, I gave my two weeks notice and began to wander the globe, alone, afraid, and miserable.

'Twas in this state that I found my salvation, in the miserable embrace
of the Mishmash Brotherhood. I was first apprenticed to Consul Lucretia Devonshire McBoing-Boing, where I focused my attention on selecting frail war widows for IRS audits and pioneered technology that would allow people to gamble over the internet, bringing countless marriages to the very brink of divorce and beyond! Through luck of the draw I was brought back to my Hodgepodge origins wheeling about Brother Everett McNewton McCalkins, and found there the unimaginable delights tormenting my former employers might bring.

Currently I am the recording secretary for the Loyal Fraternal Order of
Cyclopes (LFOC) Bloomfield Lodge, a support organization for the
uniocular, and an avid pinball enthusiast.

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