In a wider electronic, global werld, it is essential for human existance to find a community. Here's mine (at least part of it...)

The man, the myth, the temp. Mark and I met at Bluffton College. I was a young, naive, pure freshman from Newton, Kansas. On a shared journey to Lublin Poland, Mark introduced me to the great wide werld. He regaled me with stories of his adventerous athletic exploits playing for a small high school in Northwest Ohio. He wowed me with flavorful rhyme skilz. Mark hasn't been heard from much lately, it must have something to do with his impending imposition of clean living... Mark was lucky enough to defeat me in a talent contest once...I still think he paid off the judges.

Todd, pictured here with his much better half Sarah, also shared a year with me at Bluffton College. Unfortunately, he stayed. I pity the poor fool who remains a Beaver. Crail now werks for the fine people at Northshores. He is the Master, I am the pupil. We've shared Highways, and I find his Cancerman werk bold and refreshing. Todd also has his own personal Web Server. (Beware The Funky Pictures!)