This is me and a girl. Actually this is my high school sweet heart. We broke up about ten years ago, but we've stayed good friends. We hooked up again last year for a few months. Gee, I hope her husband doesn't see this. But then he's a dork so who cares!

Here's a picture of me in a dress. No, it's not a dress you perv. It's a Celtic tunic, which I'm wearing because I'm at an SCA event where I also dressed in medieval armor and pounded the crap out of people with a big club. Then I put on the dress, got drunk, and ate to much food. If you want to find out more about the SCA, check out my SCA link. If you want find out more about Rogaine with Minoxadil you're a loser.

Here's a picture of us fighting.

This is the armor I wear when I'm fighting (sans helmet and shield). You probably wouldn't guess from these pictures, but I'm really a very caring and sensitive person who would never hurt a soul. If you meet people who know me and they say that I'm a cruel, smelly bastard, who kicks puppies, well, they're not telling the truth.

This is the comfy Hobbit hole I call home. Actually there are no Hobbits living here, it's just a cute little thing I say. I really have a very good sence of humor. Peolpe sometimes tell me, "Hey, you're funny. You make me laugh. You say cute little things." Or something like that.

I took this picture from the farm where I grew up in the Bitterroot Valley. It's a wonderful and magical place filled with very special people. Except for all the damn Mormens!