this site, which will serve as the grand central station of my various kanoodles, is almost ready to launch. just a little more tinkering with the widgets and a few more bugs to squash - the digital equivalent of hiding dirty underwear before having guests over.
the ultimate goal, of course, is to build such a resplendent monument to myself that neil gaiman buys an elsewhen tee shirt and sting quits pretending to be such a sexy old guy. along the way i may accidentally answer some of your questions and/or contribute to the ever-growing stack of love-to-hate-me mail that my loud and opinionated mouth encourages. (i'd get bored without it.)
okay, i lied: the real point is to make money, right? because that's what life is all about, giving money to me, and i've built in as many ways as i can think of to help you fulfill that dream, from buying my books and paintings and clever tee shirts and underwear (really... sadly, my greed knows no bounds) to giving you an address that you can use to send any money that you find in your parents' pockets to, if you're under 16 and don't have money of your own.
eventually, if you work hard enough and support me the way you should, it's my goal to create a multimedia empire that makes walt disney look like a chain-smoking union-buster.
so wander, my dearie dears, drop breadcrumbs as you go, and bask in the knowledge that no matter how much you love me, it will never be enough.