hello nobody.

after ages of random 'passings by' with newgrounds, as well as several awkward 'love-makings' with Flash, I'm finally embarking on a lighthearted (kickstarted?) mission to bring some of (read: any of) my ideas to life. after all, if I die in my sleep, what will I have left behind (read: empty bottles and messy notebooks)?

so alas (the kids still say 'alas', right?), like the sudden gamma ray inducing blast at chernobyl, comes a much smaller 'several-clicks-of-a-mouse-on-a-macint osh' stomach-acid ridden explosion right from the nether regions of my whimpering liver. i'll call her: reactor4.

yes then, perhaps once this surgery is complete and I have something to show for myself, a few strangers will wander past here and find this lonely post like a cactus in the pit, and agree with me when I say: "if you want to do something right, you've got to do it at 4 in the morning."

as usual, I've lost my point so I'll spare the 31,674 characters left available to me and simply say goodnight...or...goodmorning...or...

brother's love (read: violent and greasy),
alexanderK