My Image Page

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This is an eye.  It's either 29/29 or 30/30, I'm not sure.  I'm pretty certain it's 29/29, though.  It's a funky little eye, no big deal A big yippee for anyone who wants and eye-con, like optometrists.

This is a 29/29 pixel star.  It's red.  One point points to the viewer's right.  See what I'm saying here?  Rage Against the Machine fans, now's your chance to shine on AIM.

This is Phat Adam and me at Six Flags New England, lookin' like a couple a' tough-as-nails banditos.  'Cos we are.  Anyway, the short one in the cool guy hat on  the left is yours truly, the Lion-Man.  The tall girly-haired one on the right is Phat Adam.  Ain't we cool?  My vote is on yes. The Phat man has a web site, which, at present, lists him as having only two friends.  Don't be fooled, but go there anyway.  One look at his hands will tell you that Phats is either an artistic man or a hairy woman.  The jury is still out on this one, but the evidence seems to marginally favor artistic man.  Personally, I'm waiting for the results of some tests being performed on a sample of Phats' DNA before I pick a side.

This is my friend, Hardcore Joe.  I met Joe in first grade, and we've been friends since then.  In addition to his public-access wrestling talk show (not a trashy backyard-wrestling thing, mind you, but a genuine TALK show), he's got his own local wrestling league now, and you can find out about all that and a bunch of other wrestling-related topics by checking out his web page.  He's one of the coolest cats around and his league's shows are a lot of fun, so check them out if you're in the Providence area.

Hardcore Joe

This page is   Also Tan.

The Lion-Man and his compadre, Phat Adam

This is a photo of somebody tossing a midget.  The midget, you see, is wearing a helmet.  This is to insure that his head will not be injured when he lands. As you can see, even tossed dwarfs understand the value of proper headgear when participating in dangerous sports. There's an example we could all stand to learn from.

Here we have an excellent example of the ever-elusive James Fish.  It is, as Kyle is wont to point out, an odd fish.  It is believed to have originated in Pawtucket (home of that mysterious half-lion, half-man creature), but has since migrated, or shall I say, relocated permanently, to an area near Austin, Texas.  This, for a fish, is an odd location, being so far from any large body of fresh water. Of course this is, as I have said, an odd fish. They are not good for eating as there is little meat on the bones, however they are oddly conversant, as fish go.  Most, you will note, are green.

Dwarf - Tossing

Hardcore James

This is an AIM icon that I like, but had nothing to do with creating.  I call him Roger.

Roger

This is Paul.  Paul is our resident Giant-Karate-Kicking-Colombian-Whirlwind-of-Death.  I think every town needs at least one.  He's one of those people with those brilliant mathematical minds (yeah, one of them).  He's also one of those people with a really cool web site.  You should check it out, and don't miss the section devoted to sweet Angelina.  Now, step aside, and let the man go through.

Adam again, this time without the cowboy suit.  Here instead he has a big honkin straw. I just put this up really to show off the straw, because I think it's kind of cool.  Unfortunately, while I was photographing the straw, Adam had to go and put it in some soda and drink from it, marring my otherwise perfect picture.

Big giant zombie-slayin' Paul

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