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Growing up in the badlands of Nova Scotia, I learned at a very early age two very important things. One, no man will respect you unless you can kill a polar bear with your teeth. Two, you can't wear white after Labor Day. These rules guide me even today. After running away from home and becoming a circus freak, I decided to try high school. My training as a Carnie helped prepare me for the awkwardness and social stigma that came from being 6 feet tall and 53 pounds. To say that the ladies were all over me is an understatement, by the way. With the glory that was high school over and done with, I went to college. They say majoring in history is the easy way to a Bachelor's degree, and I'm here to say that that is absolutely right. Nothing says "I cared just enough to declare a major and show up for class" than a history degree. Realizing quickly that my only professional choices at that moment were school teacher or Walking Pharmaceutical Tester, I went to teaching school. ...yeah, bad choice on my part. One day while taking a break from school and working at Best Buy, pretending I knew something about audio equipment, I saw a magazine with an ad for Animation School. At that moment the heavens opened up, little cherubs came down and spun around me saying "Goooo to Pittsburgh....gooooo to Pittsburgh". I would later realize after getting to Pittsburgh that the cherubs were not real and that I would have to stop sniffing glue. Regardless of how I got there, animation school was the place for me. I finally found a place where I fit in...a god among men, so to speak. And by 'god', I mean '10 years older than everyone else there'. But that's neither here nor there. After school I scored a sweet job making the crappiest video games in existance in North Carolina. But the work was fun and the absolute absence of women really helped me focus on myself. Three times a night, sometimes. When there was a slight business error, that some like to call "embezzlement", I was forced to live off the land. My training in polar bear killing came in handy at this point...however since North Carolina was severely lacking in polar bears, my diet consisted mainly of Cheetos and Hobo meat. It was at my very lowest point that I received a call to come to Houston, Texas for a job in the graphics department of a giant oil company. Sure I'd be helping to destroy the earth, but so what? They had a matching 401k plan! So that's where I am now. Nothing has happened since. :).................................... (Here's the version without the quirkiness) Grew up in Maryland, got my BA in 20th History and Foreign Policy. Went to teaching school for a year, before I realized I wasn't any smarter than the kids I was supposed to teach. Then I went to Animation school in Pittsburgh for another 2 years (lotta schoolin'), and finally started my career down in North Carolina making video games. Except every company I worked for went under within a year...so I took an offer to move to Houston for a video/animation/illustration/multimedia/mechanic/babysitter job at a giant oil company. Been in Houston ever since.