Remember that time you were in the grocery store last Wednesday minding your own business when you turned into the aisle with the anthropomorphic raccoon man doing a tiny jig around the spilled coffee beans? Like that guy dressed in all black, leather accout
My name’s Asher Wolfstein, and I’m a time-traveling wunk. A wunk is a hybrid between a wolf and a skunk. When you have a mephitic dad, and a canine mom, this kind of thing happens… four hundred fifty years in the future, that is, approximately. You have to understand; I am accidentally in this timeline, unfortunately. I no longer possess the resources required to return, to quote the classic movie, “Back To The Future.” Since then, I am now stuck here.
Something A Little Epic…
That wasn’t my only mistake. When I first arrived, I realized something terrible. As an intelligent anthropomorphic fuzzy creature, I’d have a heck of a time finding my way in the 21st century. Since society is only on the brink of genetic engineering, I’d have a lot to explain, and potentially to very clandestine authorities. My perfect life plan does not include being kidnapped, sequestered, and studied by those in power. So I used the last of my raw biomaterials in my now-defunct transmogrifier to make myself more presentable. You know, more shall I say, human. I realize now that this was a mistake. The world has turned out to be far more than I ever imagined. Regrettably, being bereft of any remaining biomaterials, I cannot revert to my original form.
It would be an understatement to say it’s been an adjustment, but I have fortunately learned to survive, somewhat. I couldn’t do it without the loving support of those who’ve graciously accepted and helped me, including my childhood family. I’ve learned a lot about myself and resilience in the face of that crushing force known as modern-day life. For these things, I’ll always be grateful.
Out Of Everything…
In my travels, I’ve realized that of all the things I need to be, being true to myself is the absolute most important. I won’t ever be genuinely content, nor happy if I don’t allow myself to live the truth of what makes me who I am. I must experience the pain that flows from appreciating the beauty of life, rather than run from it in so many myriads of directions.
That’s why I endeavor now to become what I once was, and will be. I wish now to live my life as close to how I was born. I am gradually becoming an augmented human that happens to look like a wunk. Without the technologies of 2467, I am a bit limited in how much I can achieve. However, I have always thought, limitations are the birth of artistic expression.
The Ransoms of Ordinary People
For those looking for something a bit less epic, and a little more detailed, I shall elaborate further. I currently live my life on Earth in downtown/old town Fort Collins, Colorado as a lowly human of the male variety, one might say, and started the original incarnation of this blog on July 5th, 2014, when one day, I realized my life is pretty beautiful. I came to understand that I’m pretty privileged to be who I am (most of the time), know the things I know, and see things the way I do. On that day, I decided to start the quest of loving myself, and this online journal was the chronicle of my efforts for the next four years.
If At First, You Don’t Succeed…
There are several things I’ve been able to get right so far. Being able to be pretty free, more or less, to work on what I desire when I desire isn’t too bad. I’ve worked an odd list of positions in the past: as a professional programmer (despite having no accreditation), as an insurance agent, and as an educational paraprofessional in the very elementary I attended. My last job was to hold an advertisement for a “doggy daycare” and grooming business on a street corner, dressed up in a full dog fursuit of course. Now, my full-time job is to securely (enough) work on my projects. It is a privilege I try not to take for granted.
Home Is Where The Heart Is
I also live in a setting that I enjoy, which sounds more natural to achieve than it is. While I currently live in Fort Collins, Colorado, I haven’t always lived the fast-paced city life. I grew up in a much more rural area where I had to do many things such as build and fix barbwire fences, raise sheep and swine, haul water, chop wood, and, most dreadfully, attend a desperately small mandatory indoctrination center (high school.) While this afforded me some engaging life lessons, I was always a city boy at heart and wanted to live somewhere with a little more… action and variety. In 1998, constantly wearing a faux fur tail and repeatedly talking about the wacky future didn’t exactly gel with all the local kids all the time. But I pulled it off, I think.
Mann Gaygen Mann
Lastly, to round out the trifecta, I am finally married to a wonderful loving husband. As well, I have a very accepting family. The Defense of Marriage Act (signed into law by President Clinton) was struck down by the supreme court some years ago. This makes same-sex marriage federally recognizable. This decision allowed me to marry my Ecuadorian husband after a thirteen-year engagement finally. And this finally let me sponsor him for citizenship like every other male out there. This situation is, of course, how it always should have been. I guess it’s challenging to have progress without dark times.
As you can see, my life is pretty touched by… something. Heck, I mean, reading this makes me almost want to hate me out of spite of all the just, goodness, for goodness sake. But, that’s a good thing, a very good thing, and why this blog used to be titled My Beautiful Life.
Anyone Can Handle A Crisis; It’s The Day To Day That Kills Us
You can imagine that it has not always been this way. Likewise, it wasn’t always easy to get here. I experienced grave inner turmoil over the last eighteen years and longer. I will most likely continue to experience it to some degree for the rest of my life. I’m not sure when you might say it all truly started, but who is sure of that kind of thing? I can say that it officially began with a diagnosis the fall of my eighteenth birthday.
Tell Me How Does It Feel To Treat Me Like You Do?
People had seen it coming. There was denial, lack of understanding, and a feeling of observing helplessness around the intense maelstrom that was my adolescence. I was always a little different than my peers, understandably. It became increasingly strenuous to reconcile our differences in my mind. After thirteen years of my childhood, I finally propelled myself out of that local teenage indoctrination center. I landed in an even higher, more nuanced, institution of indoctrination. At least this one put up a facade.
In the first six weeks I began to attend the University of Colorado my sense of life and existence quickly unraveled. I accordingly acted untenably. Long story short, I became subsequently banned from campus and, finally, there was a diagnosis. The young Dr. Moe, couched in the Behavioral Science Center, uttered the words across an analog telephone line to my confused tearful mother. They rendered nothing ever to be the same: “Borderline Personality Disorder.” It didn’t stop at a diagnosis, unfortunately, but then, when does it?
The Campus Renegade
For the first time, I was actually displaced from the traditional series of events of people’s lives. I now stood in this weird in-between where no one goes. With a diagnosis in hand, and lacking a degree, I returned home and faced the world at large the only way I could: mine. That’s how I do everything.
In doing so, I was sometimes forced, often by my own hands, into severe situations where I experienced dire events. My archive blog features these kinds of experiences. Their discussions continue in the current venture known as World Of Wunk.
These scenarios and issues finally culminated in the total annihilation of my identity approximately nine years ago. When I started My Beautiful Life five years ago, I was still recovering from the initial destruction four years prior. It’s one of the reasons my old blog was written so, well, placidly. Even when it made waves, it did so in a puddle. That scope isn’t a terrible thing, in retrospect.
There Is A Fifth Dimension Beyond That Which Is Known To Man
Imagine finding one day that you are not only incapable of achieving your aims but entirely unable to be effective in any life domain whatsoever. You have various reasons to think this with absolute certainty. You believe that you are indeed the lowest of all genetically predetermined beings, and you’re curse-blessed with just enough requisite intelligence to realize it. Every day you loathe yourself so much you cry, you consistently sleep eighteen hours a day, and you have virtually no intrinsic will to live; continuing only with dread.
That was the life I lead for two and a half years. I had to move to my childhood home because I couldn’t take care of myself. Shit, I couldn’t even get myself a cup of coffee in the morning left to my own devices. I had such intense chronic anxiety I’d throw up at random. I’d obsess about horrific things (to me) for not just hours, but weeks on end. I thought I’d never program computers, write, create, or anything. I’d just live as this fucked up blob of depression and anxiety for the rest of my life; too overwhelmed and anxious about everything to actually sit down and do anything.
I tried all sorts of medications and racked up many more hours on my psych ward frequent flyer miles, often in the acute or chronic ward with dissociations. Diagnoses covering everything from atypical psychosis, borderline personality, obsessive-compulsive, to body dysmorphic tripped me up repeatedly. Zyprexa, Lithium, Prozac, Lamictal, Ativan, Risperdal, Abilify, Klonopin, and so on were all medications that floated through the ether.
None of this was beautiful.
A Beautiful Life and All It’s Friends…
Eventually, I began to stabilize enough to move back out of my childhood home. I returned to my favorite place, Fort Collins. It’s just large enough of a college town to be a happening city and just small enough of a city not to be a metropolis. I wasn’t better, just stable. Through judicious use of Ativan, I became free enough from my always floating severe anxiety to recover and heal. That’s when I started My Beautiful Life and pursued its content. I was finally starting to “get better.”
From that vantage point, it became a matter of unknowingly rebuilding my consciousness. In particular, I needed to reconstruct my thoughts, my interests, my viewpoints, my strangeness, my creativity, and in essence, my life. I had to recover that very thing I had lost that makes me what I am, that ephemeral thing I had destroyed: an identity.
So I wrote personal blog articles devoted to my various random interests and dedicated to my miscellaneous random psychological meanderings. Sometimes I got frustrated, and I wrote about that. Generally, the theme was around launching a project, or abandoning a project, then reorienting to a new direction. It was peppered with how much worse or how much better I was doing. In the end, it didn’t amount to a much more than a journal of what happened over the last four years. I guess that was the goal… other than to make friends, which, it didn’t really help.
Bonfire of the Vanities
The problem, in retrospect, was that I hadn’t really found or rebuilt my identity. It showed in everything I wrote. I was still afloat in another in-between where people don’t actually mean to live. I really needed to rediscover the kindling of my eccentricities and burn those bitches in a great bonfire to light the next decade.
Throughout the majority of my life, I had always had a strong sense of identity. Often it was a force that impelled me to do the unusual things I did. Destroy that, and as I found out, you get only a tiny Asher left.
No, I Mean, Who Are You?
So what am I now?
I am an artist, engineer, and intellectual, appreciating everything from opera to Disney, and take life and all its possibilities as they come. Writing, drawing, crafting, costuming, reading everything, programming computers, inventing, creating, and making are my daily activities. I have been doing them ever since I read the manuals to my older brother’s antique TRS-80 Color Computer II from Tandy-Radioshack and made my first pseudo-game at the age of seven.
Wearing Your Fake Fur On The Inside
It’s exciting being a furry, as they called them in my time, in a human world. Right now, I have the best of both worlds. I can stand out in my pure form, or disappear into the crowd like everyone else any time I want. However, being from the future, sometimes I have trouble fitting in. The (proto-)furries, and humans, of this time, seem to have a few hang-ups and misconceptions (mythconceptions?) These appear to be a product of the times and apt for the occasional focus in the World of Wunk.
When I imitate my original form, it’s an experience. It’s one of those things that remind you that there are perks and drawbacks, or as I say, costs to everything. This is always true, even with something as simple as how you look. I get hot in my fur outside during the summer, but in the winter I stay warm. Some people look at you funny, some think you’re terrific, and some believe you are just plain terrifying. I have to admit there’s an extra level of appeal in appearance as opposed to being my usual human self. Merely being around becomes a statement.
Where Is Everybody?
In the previous incarnation of this page, I stated that I “don’t currently have very many friends.” This isn’t entirely true. I have said that My Beautiful Life didn’t achieve the goal of gaining many friends, but that’s also not entirely true. I have met new people and acquired a few more friends since I started this online lifespan, but I wouldn’t say they were a direct result of those efforts.
When I was in middle school, I had to tell my closest friends that if they wanted to hang out with me, they had to call me because I wouldn’t call them. This isn’t because I’m necessarily introverted or callous, but because I become so lost in the activities of my own mind and creativity that I live in my own little world every day. I’ve realized that not much has changed as an adult.
So instead of asking to be my friend on social media like I used to, I’ll instead say that if you wish to talk to me, please reach out. I’m always open to new communications, but I most likely won’t autonomously continue them. It does not necessarily mean anything, just that I’m in my own world.
You Can’t Do That On Television
Oh, I see, you want to know even moar about me?
Well, wow, okay… I guess we can start in what kind of stuff interests me and what kinds of things I’m into at the moment.
My tastes can vary wildly, but the thing I’m most attracted to is anything catchy, memorable, and unique (usually artsy). Doesn’t matter if it’s bad or good, mainstream or really niche/underground (though those tend to produce a larger volume of results), retro or new, or, in the case of media, any particular language or format.
I grew up with interactive creations being my favorite, mostly “ugly” old video games (pretty much mainly console), but I love trips of the imagination of all kinds be it books (non-fiction/fiction, traditional/graphic/manga), plays/musicals/operas, whatever.
I tend to have a pretty open mind towards things worth appreciating, although I’m pretty set in my ways in my own beliefs. Seeing a glimpse of the future, however brief my life was there, has given me a particular perspective on things. I mean, you try telling your sister-in-law that the future of the pre-YouTube internet was video sharing and see if she kicks you out of her room too (although it was night, and she was trying to sleep… but still!)
Where The Cheesecake Roams Freely And The Girls Are Gold
Two of my all-time favorite television shows that have had an influence on me are Maude and The Golden Girls, both starring Bea Arthur, and in the girls’ case also starring Rue Mclanahan, Estelle Getty, and Betty White. I don’t really try to be a hipster, but my husband (Maus) and I were binging the ladies on DVD fifteen years before it became a trending tag on Twitter. I’ve seen the entire series at least a dozen times. Another show I’ve really enjoyed is Family Guy. If someone rolls their eyes at the “brilliance” of Family Guy, you’re talking to a fool. I also like Murder She Wrote starring Angela Lansbury.
I mention those four shows probably saved me in a weird way when the shit went down. The scant hours I was awake during
It’s All In The Details
I was raised on random old television shows, my first favorite show being Get Smart, and I enjoy such creations as Star Trek, I Love Lucy, Lost in Space, and bizarre old cartoon shorts that culminated in Animaniacs.
Though it will date this page, I can cover a few timely details in this vein. I’ve been half-way through Cheers for a very long time (Diane just left), I’ve dabbled in Frasier, but I have watched every episode of Penn & Teller’s Bullshit, good stuff. Kelsey Grammer’s politics these days are really a shame. I want to watch more stuff, like Stranger Things, Black Mirror, and get through Bojack Horseman, but like I said it’s challenging to get myself to sit down and do it. Lately, Aggretsuko looks fantastic, but what can I say as a furry.
They Told Me To Never Meet My Heroes
Speaking of Maude, The Golden Girls, and older women in showbiz, Bea Arthur and Carol Channing are two of my idols, and I’ve met one of them in person. Unfortunately, the indomitable Bea Arthur died before I was able to contact her in any way (like sending a fan letter) and that was tough. I wasn’t in my best place when it happened, and really I wasn’t in my best place when I met Carol Channing either, so it was a very bright spot in a bleak time.
Carol Channing came to the local university for a master class, which I saw, and she also signed copies of her album at the local bookstore where I sat in the first row as she sang literally four feet in front of me. I later told her how much I enjoyed everything she was in, including Thoroughly Modern Millie, and she thanked me.
I have to thank my friend Rachel Holmes for informing us of that one, and my husband Maus for setting it up while I was disposed of. It’s definitely a memory I cherish.
They Called Me Gmork
For a long time, The Neverending Story was my favorite movie of all time. I actually read The Neverending Story by Michael Ende at my local school library, and it was, of course, better than the movie (in the 80s? Never!) Of course, this was before super amazing computer-generated special effects came into the picture, and films such as Labyrinth, Howard the Duck (the greatest movie ever made), Legend, The Dark Crystal, Ghostbusters, and more were lodged permanently into my pre-teen psyche via cable.
I’ve always appreciated animated movies as well, starting with All Dogs Go To Heaven first and foremost. Man, that Don Bluth film pulled the tears out of my little face every time, and it was glorious. From there it was an inevitable graduation to feature-length animated Japanese films by the likes of Hayao Miyazaki and Satoshi Kon ala Princess Mononoke and Millennium Actress.
I’ve always liked animation because you can do anything with it, including make animal-human hybrids (like myself) run around and talk. Secretly, in another life, I learned to animate instead of program computers.
Cult classics always have a place in my heart, like Rocky Horror Picture Show or Donnie Darko, and of course, I can’t forget the stop off at the horror buffet that kicked off with my favorite film (at the age of nine) Stanley Kubrick’s The Shining. I’ve seen my share of horror, and these days I can be seen haunting The Gorehound’s Playground as they unveil obscure cinema from around the world. Nothing like a cheesy horror B-movie to brighten up your day.
I Want To Fuck You Like An Animal
In terms of books and music, where does one begin? I’ve always experienced music as this fluid thing that never really has a particular core point in my life. Which is funny because I spent the first few years of my life with old seventies style cushy headphones glued to my head. As well I spent ten years learning classical piano.
Being the youngest, I tended to listen to whoever and whatever everyone else around me was listening to. I do have a vivid memory of when the counterculture kids sat me down in science class one time and asked who I listened to and I cluelessly said, “Uh, Alanis Morisette?” and they laughed at me… guess I should’ve been listening to Marilyn Manson.
I grew up on Jethro Tull and Mannheim Steamroller, but at one point or another, I discovered Trent Reznor, and that was the, to quote, beginning of the end.
Nine Inch Nails is by far the only band I’ve ever truly been a fan of, and indeed I did once attend a concert in Denver to see Trent Reznor live.
I may have been a little obsessed, but that’s a story for another time. I love Rammstein, Nine Inch Nails, Rob Zombie, and Marilyn Manson but I also love Enya, Japanese music, 8 Bit Weapon, Anamanaguchi, M83, Sigur Ros, Bjork, Lady Gaga, Arcade Fire, Daft Punk, Electric Six, David Bowie, Jackson and His Computer Band, MIKA, Ratatat, the list goes on…
But That Is Another Story To Be Told Another Time
As for books, how can you go wrong with things like Michael Ende’s The Neverending Story, or C. S. Lewis’ The Chronicles of Narnia? Of course, the non-fiction (or otherwise) books hanging around my family’s library room intrigued me as well, such as Unexplained Phenomenon, Pyramid Power, Edgar Cayce anthologies, and Jane Roberts’ The Seth Material.
A good flip through of Ayn Rand’s Anthem or Atlas Shrugged was offset by an in-depth analysis of The Perks of Being A Wallflower, George Orwell’s 1984, Shakespeare’s Hamlet, and even Emerson’s The Invisible Man.
I read everything, and several books have helped me intimately, such as David Burns’ Feeling Good, Depressed & Anxious, Helmstetter’s What To Say When You Talk To Yourself, and of course the works of Albert Ellis and Victor Frankl (Man’s Search For Meaning).
This is all on top of the fun I have poring over thousand-page technical manuals regarding the latest programming language or technology, ah Python and your snakey ways. If it has to do with programming, I’ll read it.
I’ve expanded my horizons to include manga of all varieties and walks of life, with my first manga being the Orange series by Ichigo Takano. In fact, I revealed my new found love for manga to a new friend I made at the same time who is more familiar with fandom and as I described to her the time travel high school love plot she said, “You picked that for your first manga!?”
Now I’m reading anything that sparks a mild interest, from Shuzo Oshimi’s The Flowers of Evil to Hidenori Kusaka’s Pokemon Adventures, Leiji’s Captain Harlock, Life of a Highschool Fudanshi, all the way to Hiro Mashima’s Fairy Tale, it’s all
What do I do? I’m a professional furry.
Okay, I see you’re not buying that, let’s see…
Well, in my past, I’ve worked as a “security consultant,” which really translated to building livestock-grade fences up in the Rocky Mountains. Throughout my childhood, I raised sheep and swine on a small ranch. I was an eighteen-year-old insurance agent licensed in all four major lines for a couple years. And despite not taking a single formal programming class in my life, my self-didactic knowledge culminated in my short time as a professional computer programmer for a financial statement printing firm.
Ever since I wanted to be Gmork from the aforementioned Neverending Story for Halloween in the eighth grade, which was my first “fursuit,” I’ve been handmaking and dressing up in larger than life animal costumes and entertaining other people (as well as myself) for free as well for monetary compensation. Honestly, it started way before eighth grade… like I said I was born as an anthropomorphic wunk, and I’ve never really let go of that. It hasn’t always been easy, as wearing a tail twenty-four-seven to a semi-rural 3A high school every day in the nineties has its pros and cons. I distinctly remember hearing about my mother reading about people like me, they’re called “furries” apparently, in Vanity Fair at the laundromat and exclaiming, “These sound like nice people for Asher to know.” I’m not sure how that’s really turned out in the end, but there it is.
As a larger person now, I’ve dabbled in a number of different things from programming, designing computer games, writing, learning foreign languages (two semesters Spanish and self-taught Japanese), website/online community administration (anyone remember furtag.com?), blogging and social media management, inventing, drawing (three formal semesters), and generally finding myself in everything I see.
I think it’d be neat to learn more about hardware, build robots and human augmentations, dabble some in artificial intelligence, the electric guitar and music composition (I play classical piano), and more, cause the journey never stops till you die.
My days, as an internet meme once spoke to my heart (I know), and as I explained recently to one of my few non-local visiting friends, are filled with zero plans just “coffee and strangeness.” That’s not entirely true, as I’m learning and applying myself to have more of a daily plan/routine, but that’s a pretty good sum up for my entire life.
Every day I self-study Japanese, programming, crafting/making, read books/manga, listen to music, drink a lot of coffee, dream lonely daydreams of bright futures where I am finally my original true form, are financially free, and have lots of friends (do you wonder why I have so much free time?) and above all I write about all of it.
Do Or Do Not, There Is No Try
I have actually “done” a few things, the most lasting of which are my programming projects. My favorite programming language is actually PHP really, though it gets a terribly bad rap from the mountains of poorly written legacy code (and haphazard language design), and in that vein, I do actually have one Packagist package out there called Phabstractic (also in the archive site.)
It re-implements some things that PHP has native implementations for, such as SplObjectStorage (what I called a map) or doubly-linked lists, but it also adds some interesting constructs such as object encapsulated predicate logic for types management, sets, self-sorting lists, and a full-featured autoloader that can be custom configured (but supports PSR out of the box). Its redundancy is okay because I pretty much ultimately wrote it as a programming exercise.
He Comes From Outer Space To Save The Human Race
I’ve constructed some fursuits, as they are called, in my years here in the 21st century. Fursuits are the slang term for basically larger-than-life-size anthropomorphic animal costumes that you can wear on your whole body, or partially covering parts of your body (they call that a “partial”). I’ve been designing, constructing, and wearing fursuits since I was in eighth grade.
As mentioned, my first fursuit was a throw-away Halloween costume for Gmork, the (were)wolf from The Neverending Story, and from there I made one with a moving jaw and terminator like sunglass eyes.
Then, I decided I’d go to one of these furry convention things I was hearing so much about, and as part of the experience, I built Willy, the Red Husky. I dusted off Willy after many years in storage and decided to wear him around all my local cities and towns while filming almost a hundred YouTube videos cataloging my interactions and travels.
From Willy, I also developed Copper the Cop Dog, Larry the Lab Rat, and Isaac Homebrew the Engineer Raccoon. All of these fursuits were built by me, no commissions, and unfortunately, I don’t take commissions currently, so I’m a bit biased and proud of the life they’ve been able to take on.
I don’t know if I’ll ever go back to a furry convention, I only ever went to that one, and it was… an experience that I don’t know if I’d like to repeat.
Does Game Theory Really Explain The Meaning of Life?
I also like to play video games at times. It’s really a shame because I want to experience and catalog all the games, but I get so busy at times playing the retro classics (when I make time to play them at all) that I don’t play the new ones! Hell, I get so busy writing and working on whatever project I have burning the top of my head, I forget to do my second ever passion at all: play video games! (Programming is the first passion I ever experienced.) I even have my original Nintendo Entertainment System console (though, unfortunately, it doesn’t work).
Speaking of YouTube, these days, I stream my game playing on Twitch when I do play, then I download and catalog these sessions on my YouTube channel. Currently, I don’t talk during my videos, it’s pure unadulterated game footage straight up, but this may change in the future (perhaps… when I make my next fursuit?)
My favorite video game of all time has to be Final Fantasy III / VI for the Super Nintendo as released in North America. That’s the first game that really showed me what an excellent Japanese Role-Playing Game (JRPG) could be.
My second choice, if I had to pick, would be Chrono Trigger, of course. What can I say, I’m a JRPG nut (I actually kind of am really). It was the gateway drug to the manga *cough*. Anyways, if you’re interested in retro gaming with various titles (for example, my series on Clock Tower) you might check out my archive YouTube user channel while I continue to set-up my new channel.
“I’m A Lifestyle Blogger and Social Influencer…”
Finally, we come to the end of the journey, and honestly, I feel like I’ve only revealed the visible top of the massive proverbial iceberg. But, I guess that’s why I have a blog, right? Here is a condensed list of all the things I’m currently working on or where I show up for reference:
- Writer of the personal lifestyle blog World of Wunk
- Co-founder and Executive Creative Genius at Novelty Factor LLC
- Executive Director, Webmaster, and Technical Writer at How To Program Anything
- Creator and Writer of Poochie Cures Cancer
- The webmaster of Word of Maus, Tina’s Fabric Nook, and Pablo Romero Tenor, and more.
- The programmer of PYGJS, Phuxer, Phabstractic, ReznorJS, and SignalTek.
- Designer at Artificial Dream Productions / Kadar Entertainment, most notably of Reliqua Dissimilis…
As you can see, I have a lot of stuff out there that my beautiful mind can choose from daily, and honestly, it’s a bit frustrating when I can’t stuff it all into the twenty hours I’m awake. I hope you find something new and exciting here, and maybe something new and pertinent in me. Either way, I had fun writing it.