Foreword
Hello.
The old ones are the best, eh?
No. That one was pretty poor quality.
Who are you?
Jas Strong.
That doesn't help.
I do many things. Some of them are productive. Most of them are not. In this respect, I'm much like anyone else on the face of the planet.
In no particular order:
- Face. On a teeshirt.
- Hacker. I make things work. You probably use some of them.
- Biker. I don't do the four wheels thing. Two wheels are efficient.
- Artist. I draw. A lot. I throw 99% of it away, because it's crap.
Of the 1% I keep, most of it (like the logo above) is crap. I'm quite pleased with some of them,
though I tend to give them to people. I take photographs and make films too.
- Musician. I play the drums. I'm trying to start a band. we have a singer (me) and a pianist (Cédric) It is nameless. A nameless horror., when we get round to actually getting together. It's more a theoretical pursuit than anything else.
- Writer. I write in a cod-journo faculty for indymedia, but then, so can anyone else. Generally I lift my stories from other sources, because I'm incredibly lazy.
- Dreamer. Wouldn't it be nice if we could all stop killing each other for a bit? And, like, we could base an economy on slimline salad dressing. Is there any of that chardonnay left?
- Businessmonkey. I tried to run Regolith, a video-music-repro-one-stop-shop. We were actually rather good, until Kate decided to go do something else and I had to get a pyaing job. This comes as a constant surprise to me.
- Broke. Yes, I'm a financial disaster. Can you help?
- Source of ultimate evil. My ex made me put that in there; it's in the terms of our separation.
- Sceptic. I don't believe in anything in particular. I particularly don't believe in Eris, as that's the way she likes it.
- Borderline personality. Hurrah! I'm a loony. Now you will love me, yesno?
- Pacifist. Violence is inexcusible. Latuff found this funny, given my attitude to people who mess me about.
- Welsh. This is me. On a mountain. Generally quite damp. Incomprehensible, even to my own countrymen.
- Narcissist. This is my face. Look at my face. Look at my face. LOOK AT MY FACE. I'm so pretty.
- Idealist. I don't *care* if they need oil to run their SUVs, okay? The 500k they spent on each Tomahawk can buy an awful lot of Maths textbooks. Weapons are the third most expensive thing you can buy, after a cocaine habit and Scientology, and I'd not be surprised if the Bush family had all three.
