A gun bearing blue rabbit vigilante who's is forced to fight injustices, not so terrifying villians and even his fellow bumbling superheros.

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Favorite Comics/Webcomics :
Tough. Very tough. For paper comics, I would have to say Bone, The Tick, DP 7 and Disney comics (Uncle Scrooge rocks). Not to mention the numerous and unpublished ash can comics my brother has done. Pretty much everything on the Eyeskream website (quite a great collection really!). Specifically I am taken with AT, White Hot Lightning and Hellbound. And uh that weasel comic too. Or... was that a ferret?

Interests :
Sci Fi, space (particularly Mars conspiracy theory), movie construction, philosophy, religion (conspiracy and ideology), animation, classic art, logic, human reaction, comic strips (bring back Calvin and Hobbes! Well, at least Opus is back), music (good music), creating music and video games, video games, video games (Ever Quest II will be my undoing!!!)

Bio :
What? More? Ok, ok. I have been emersed in comic books, humor and imagination. You guessed it, all stemming from my brother. I sometimes wonder how I would have turned out if it not had been for his intervention. Probably a farmer just like my Dad (thats not a bad thing though, I love my Dad and what he has done for my siblings and I). He introduced me to science fiction, big words and drawing all at a very young age. I think I was the closest to really understanding him and he was trying to get me to catch up as fast he could. Some of it took, some of it didn't. When he left home and my other sister left home, I was left behind to my own devices and vices.

In high school I was the recluse. I spent much of my time ignoring social situations ( I did not fit and was bullied a great deal in elementary and early high school). I did this by escaping into my imagination and notebooks. When I wasn't doodling I was writing some strange story. I participated in the few scraps of art left in my tiny home town of jocks and cowboys. Our drama department was ragged, sparse and lacking at best. Our art department was worse. Needless to say I excelled in art classes and finished all the available courses long before I graduated. I long for it so much that I took a class twice just to have use of the art room. Granted, that hour was mostly spent standing outside my friend's house smoking cigarettes, but I still passed with flying colors. I was also interested in film along with my friend Josh and we convinced our english teacher to create a film course specifically for us. Unfortunely some other friends of ours saw it as a slack off opportunity and ruined it for all of us. But, thats getting way off course. The point is, in my high school art was the strangled undergrowth in a forrest of sports and school spirit. Sigh...

After high school ( graduated as an honor student even while smoking a lot of pot and a black belt in Tae Kwon Do even though I smoked a lot of cigarettes), I randomly chose a college to continue my education. I wish I had waited a year before doing so. It was a miserable failed experiment. After only a couple of weeks and continued pot smoking I ran home to Mom and Dad. Yup. Then darkness came and I don't know how long I spent in basement limbo. I was jobless, stoned and managed to read the first 3 books of The Dark Tower series within a day and a half. I was royally f'd up. Acid, alcohol, pot. Bleah. What a terrible time.

After a tearful conversation with Mom, I was offered to live with my bro down in the Twin Cities. The was the defining moment of my life. Granted it took me quite some time to over come my demons (pot alcohol, not so much the alcohol...) I did do it. Most of it came from a band that I formed with a co-worker. That was a trip. I miss it. But, like all things, they eventually lose their glow.

So it all came full circle. Now my life is about drawing again. I work on flash animations, The Rabid Rabbit (when I'm not slacking or get Photoshop to work properly) and travelling caricatures. It's become a relief, because I do feel like I've come back to the begining where I really belong. I've quite drugs, quite smoking (4 months to the day baby!) and I've been with the same girl off and on for the last 4 years. I think I'm doing OK for myself. There are countless things I could still improve, but... doesn't everybody? I'm just glad that I'm still alive and have the opportunity every day to get it right.