So about me. I could tell you that I'm a 3rd Class Space Ranger sent on a one-way mission in my interstellar rocket ship destine to melt the hearts of Earth Ladies while riding my trained space tiger named Galactigus and jamming out tasty riffs on my 11-string cosmic guitar forged from the black-hole goop at the center of the galaxy, all with my eyes closed, underwater and my hands tied behind my back. But that would be a lie. Space tigers are impossible to train. I'm the guy schlepping through your local book store (not sure if schlepping is the right word, or a word at all), dressed like a late 90's Blink 182 video (not the naked one, but 1000 internet points if you know the song that's mated with that video), probably holding a book from the science fiction/fantasy section that I just spent the last hour thumbing through trying to decide if I want to buy it, which ultimately I won't. When suddenly aliens attack the book store and I morph into some kind of Will Smith/Master Chief love child and kick those green-skinned (or gray, i don't judge) invaders back to whatever hole-in-the-wall galaxy they crawled from, because EARTH YOU MOTHER -FATHERS THAT"S WHY!!! Did i mention I'm a Jedi? I'm a Jedi.
Skater. Punk. Nerd. Rudie. Film maker. Gamer. Ask and you shall receive. Serioulsy ask me anything. Anything at all. Except about the future... You don't wanna know...
