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| I was born in the back woods of British Columbia, but rather than the typical story of being raised by wolves, my rearing was done by a satellite dish. |
| I moved to the Big City in '95, when I was old enough and had enough money to get out of the small town trap. My high aspirations of an English degree and the pursuit of my dreams to be a rock star and/or award winning novelist died in a hazey sea of late teen freedom, alcohol, and disenfranchisement. |
| After working a number of low paying, low satisfaction jobs, from Video Store management to house cleaning to coffee shop closer, I landed bass ackward into a gig as a commercial equipment technician, which is where I'm at now. |
| I met the woman of my dreams on the internet in 2001, and was married to her the same year, and as of right now she's been able to put up with me ever since. We got a crazy little loveable sheltie shithead in 2004 that we named Kyuss. |
| I take music and TV abnormally seriously, have an obsessive love-on for lesbians, Humphrey Bogart, zombies, and Mystery Science Theater 3000. |
| After getting properly introduced to webcomics in 2005, I decided I wanted to make one of my own, however, lack of drawing confidence, and a recently renewed interest in collecting action figures of my youth prompted me to come up with the idea for misplaced, and the comic, and soon after this website, was born. I am a completely self-taught web designer, which should explain a lot about this place. |
| If there's anything else you'd like to know about me, drop me a line! |
| C.R. |