Perfecto.
Photographic. 
For eons, people have been telling me that I needed to have images on the web. OK, fine. Problem is, though, that you're going to have to look at other people's photos as well, because they're my mates, and where would I be without them?

Very drunken me after a few too many at Megan and Rachel's place. I normally look much better. Honest. Katie, Lisa, Me, and Michael at the Whole World Theater in Atlanta. Brilliant Improv comedy - highly recommended.
Anthony, Josh, and Me. This was the spring of 1994 or 1995, I don't recall, and we were preparing for a party called "Netscape," which was exclusively for NetRavers. If I had to pick a favorite ex-girlfriend, it would be Liz. Check out her far-more-swank-than-yours web page here.
Lisa. She's been my online friend since the spring of 1878 (or thereabouts. We were both on Prodigy, how's that?) Bella. She's been my big sister for a long time now. Wouldn't trade her in for anything.
Eve. (She's the cute girl. Duh.) She's a pal of mine from VRave, an opera singer to be, and cute, to boot. Alice. Hellion from ISCABBS, one of my online friends, with a coworker. She's the one in the Clark Kent glasses. (She also reads Preacher, which puts her high on my list.)
Minna. Myriad on ISCABBS. She's taught me a lot about HTML and puts up with my facetiousness. Her cute-as-hell husband and her can be viewed here. Kiddo. Amanda Hickman, who I've turned from a sweet, innocent kid that I used to pick on back in '92 and '93 into some sort of Tourette's victim. She's still my kiddo.