Bill was born in Cincinnati then moved to Wisconsin when he was ten, his family following him soon after. This gives him the right to both be a Wisconsinite and criticize the weird cultural phenomena that comes with being a Sconnie. Like using the term “bubbler” for a drinking fountain. Or referring to it as a “brat fry” when in fact you’re grilling them. And what’s the deal with all the Vander-whatevers in the Fox Valley?
When not hosting Quiz Master Live Trivia on Tuesdays at FRH, Bill can be found gallivanting about the country on business. He’s been to all 48 contiguous states and is only lacking Hawaii, Alaska and Puerto Rico to round out visiting all of the United States (the obvious lack of knowledge in Geography is why Bill chose to host rather than participate in Quizmaster).
Bill golfs but is not a “golfer”, bikes but is not a “biker”, sings but is not a “singer”, and “drinks.” He has recently taken up Yoga and can often be seen dropping into a downward facing dog just to freak people out. His new goal is to create a competitive Yoga league whereby teams vie against each other in a harmonious yet highly cantankerous Yoga Battle Royale. Namaste Mother F@#*er!
Things Bill hates: Assholes, rude people, people who talk over people, people who interrupt people, people who have a huge disregard for their fellow human being, people in general.
Things Bill loves: Asses, nice people, people who allow themselves to get walked all over, wimps, spineless weasels, anyone he can take advantage of.
Quizmaster in brief...
| Name... | Bill |
| Birthplace... | Cincinnati, OH. |
| Find Him at... | Fox River House |
| He's drinking... | Any variety of beer as long as it’s not Budweiser, wine, Bacardi Rum, Maker’s Mark, and he’s off the Scotch. |
| Catchphrase... | “I got your answer right here!” |
| Fave Quiz Round... | Music, Film and Tele |
| Fave Bonus Round... | Music Clips |
| Sports Teams... | Packers, Badgers, Brewers, Cubs |
| Tele Shows... | Mad Men, 30 Rock, Golden Girls |
| On the Ipod... | A variety of music to listen to, duh. |