I dissect christianity and splay it's organs out under the light of truth.

My genetic lineage.

 

What'm I up to?

I don't stop being odd when I sleep.

Ant syrup.

Current events from a time long past.

My first webcomic read it and/or die!

Steal this graphic!

Other sites of mine

The Canadian Church of Stuff. The Religion I founded.

 

What'm I up to?

My musical career was as brief as it was turbulent. I only managed to produce one runaway hit single. I make it available to you here, free of charge.

An Ode to Nothing in Particular

 

At the implied prompting of my buddy Chris, I produced this, my vocals-only death-metal cover of Frank Sinatra's timeless classic, Fly Me To The Moon. Listen to it. Listen or I'll kill myself. Don't think I won't.

 

 

Wallpapers

Came up with this crazy tile a while back which some people have told me they find terribly disturbing. I think it's right nice. Give 'er a try. You might like it.

This other one over here is a bit more mellow and a bit self-promotional, but I like it. It has me in it. And stuff I've made.

 

Remember in February of '03, there were all those protests against the American Empire invading and annexing Iraq? And, like they collectively were the single largest protest in the history of earth? I was there. Got some fine pictures.

 

 

Twice-aborted and currently under re-development, The Sci-Fi Shakespeare Cavalcade is a dream from beyond the stars which, every so often, rises like a phoenix from the ashes of my brain. I have high hopes, and a high capacity for forgetting why my plans so seldom see fruition.

 

 

 

I decided a training log for Milk Day 2003 was in order. Here it is.

 

 

 

Hey, have a look at this picture of me and my niece, Eliana, from the summer of '02. I shit you not, it's not staged or anything. She really is just that cool.

 

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