T WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT. The first thing John can remember was starting life as a disembodied head kept alive by a mad scientist. It wasn't much of a life but John adjusted well to it. Now all he needed was a purpose. He tried everything life had to offer...on TV. He watched news, sports AND weather. He sat through commercials. Sitcom after sitcom, laughtrack or not. Saturday morning cartoons and Sunday night Disney. But nothing could satisfy his craving for human blood, I mean, entertainment. Then one fateful day, he saw the movie Mars Needs Women and he had found his purpose. From that day forward he would stop spending his life in a tray on some mad scientist's lab table, wasting the day away watching old monster movies. He would go out and try to persuade other people to waste their days watching old monster movies WITH HIM! Eventually, he grew some. Arms and legs, that is. And a body. Sneaking out of the lab on his newly-formed feet, John made his way to Parma, Ohio where he continues to this day, to terrorize the populace until the military can drive him back to his underground lair using napalm, artillery and supersonic aircraft.

Currently, John works for a printing company, Watt Printers in Cleveland where, on his lunch hour, he knocks over huge cardboard boxes of printed samples while pretending to swat at planes and tanks.

OK, the real story is that I'm is a graphic artist who earned an Associates degree from Cuyahoga Community College sometime around the end of the Mesozoic Era (in this case, 1985). My first job in the graphic arts field was for Arrow International, a manufacturer of bingo and gaming supplies. I have also done freelance design over the years and am proficient with most design software programs. I recently went back to Tri-C to add web design skills to my resume. If you're reading this, you can see the results. Either you like the job I've done or the teacher didn't do a very good job of teaching. So it's up to you, the discerning web site browser to determine my teacher's fate. You can give me some good feedback (emailing option is below) and I'll pass your kind words to the teacher, or you can hate what I've done and ruin all his chances at tenure. My hands are tied. His fate, rests in yours.

My Personal Views - "What can I say? It's 2 in the morning and I'm beat."