
With every haircut comes a new self-portrait for the various webbbed sites. Drawn quickly with a pen I don’t like.

With every haircut comes a new self-portrait for the various webbbed sites. Drawn quickly with a pen I don’t like.
I’ve been wanting to make a new header image for a while and I finally got around to it. A really grotesque version of myself. I like my zombie eyes. Here’s the full image before I cropped it up for the top of the page there:


If any of you happen to run into this guy on PlayStation Home, watch out. I think he has the digital AIDS. And he needs a damn haircut. He’s usually doing the robot by himself in the corner somewhere. Oh, wait. That’s me.
When not harassing complete strangers, I’m into playing Little Big Planet and Zen Pinball. Look me up for some co-op/vs. business.

For some reason or other I look like a damn creep when I grow a mustache. Like some bastard pedophile; like a rapist or something. A pathetic little mustache like something a thirteen year-old would have. If I have a little goatee action it doesn’t look as horrible. Oh well.
My girlfriend kt has a different view of me and I have one of her in quick sketch form over at kt’s home planet, her blog.