I'm a would be writer, with a small amount of publication (some of it paid!) under my belt. In real life, I have a shit job, an ongoingly unsuccessful webcomic, and a self-deprecating sense of humor. I have a degree in English with a focus on writing and editing. Thus, I work retail.

I have almost no formal art training, having taught myself to "draw" by reading comics. I feel that comics are a nearly perfect form of story telling, that combining pictures and words effectively is a simple and powerful way to deliver a narrative. And since I think that I'm funnier than I really am, I naturally started doing a comic of my own. While the elitist in me enjoys artsy, underground, and pretentious "mature" comics, I still have a soft spot for the capes and tights that defined my formulative years.

I grew up 10 minutes outside of Minneapolis but moved to the frozen wastes of North Dakota for college, where I met my girlfriend. We now live in the sleepy yet gossipy town of Emerado, where everyone hates us for living in sin, with our small herd of pets.

Some things that I like are movies, books, Macs, and the same crappy punk bands I listened to when I was in high school. Also zombies. I love zombies. I enjoy long walks and using the f-word in casual conversation. If you Email me, I will smile. I have evolved beyond the need for sleep and store my waste in a pocket dimension somewhere in the folds of space-time. I live off of nothing but Red Bull and hate.

If you wish to offer me a job, please disregard everything negative I have said above and focus insead on the positive: I will make pretty pictures or write passably coherent sentences for very little pay. I do freelance graphic design and editing chores. I can be reached via Email. My portfolio is available by request.