The Rogue's Gallery
My life, reduced to a few minutes worth of pixels.
Pimpin' January, 2000
Who's that sexy redhead on the left? h0. h0. h0.
Dude, where's your hair? November 2000
After my triumphant return from Canada, I decided to finally bid fairwell
to the long tresses. I still have the ponytail from when I got it cut off.
Hitched! April 2002
My little sister and her sweetheart of a husband at their wedding in
Vegas. How big of a sweetheart is he? Well, me and my brother both told him
we'd marry him if our sister leaves him.
The Face of Evil, December 2002
My brother and his psychotic ex-fiance, Hammertwat
Never has red-eye been more appropriate.
Tech Support, December 2002
When I'm bitching about having to fix my mother's computer, this is
where I'm at.
The 'rents, December 2002
Me dear old mum 'n dad. See the stuff on the walls? Every wall in the
house is cluttered with knicknacks and such. I'm scared of what we'll have
to do if they ever move.
Vacation, March-April 2003
My visit to SixKats in Orlando. Taking back our restaurants one crayon
at a time...
From the same '03 visit to Orlando and Epcot. I really should have bought
My 31st Birthday
For my 31st birthday I had the great fortune to spend a weekend
in California to attend a beach party hosted in Oceanside, CA. At the dinner
the night prior I was treated to an unusual "cake"... a flan with
caramel sauce. It was very tasty, my faceplant into the table was just embarrassment
at being "serenaded" by the waiters...
The next day before the party, some of us wandered down to the ocean.
I fully expected the piles of this stuff laying everywhere to animate and start
carrying off small children. Alas, it didn't.
Taking it like a man
As my punishment for backing out on the party for a short while the host,
Jason G., who was freshly out of bartender school, made me drink a mystery shot.
One shot of lime juice, hold in mouth, then a dose of Bailey's Irish Cream on
top of it. The result? A very nasty mouthful of something called a Cement Mixer.
Never trust a grinning man who tells you to get on your knees and open
Lorz had to have one too, for reasons never disclosed. I think she
summed up the taste best when she wailed "It tastes like curdled
Trifle not with bartenders, for they are devious and sadistic in their
Later on in the evening, I broke out a bottle of limoncello I had made.
Note the spiffy tshirt, too.
According to my friend Matt: "You as a Matrix guy is boring. You
as a priest, on the other hand, is a total mindfuck."
He was right.