I was birthed approximately 28 years ago in the depths of the Black Forest. Slowly but surely I developed motor skills that allowed me to manoeuvre my now proportionately sized body from point A to point B. Speech followed soon after - I was turning into a real person.

Skip ahead 10 years and I was still that same person, albeit much hairier and in a new country - Oz. Obviously not the one from "The Wizard of Oz" or the Prison Drama "Oz", because that wouldn't make any sense. Instead of yellow brick roads and gang rapings, the Oz I speak of is girt by sea and full of animals that come stock-standard with a pocket.

There I stood, not an English word in my vocabulary. So I hit the re-boot button in my brain and started from scratch. The first book I picked up with my grubby German hands was a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure book.

I'd never heard of this phenomenon and read the bastard straight through from cover to cover. Needless to say I self-diagnosed my self with Dyslexia and Asperger's Syndrome as a result.

However, my "never-say-die" attitude (which is probably more of a survival instinct rather than a personality trait) saw me through these tough times and I emerged a better person for it.... no, better's not the word.... bilingual!

With the language barrier well and truly behind me, I could finally focus on my personality. It's a work in progress, but on a scale from 1 to 10 I'm currently about a 6.3 recurring. Part of this "personality" leads me (and you, respectively) to this digital web page. For after I made my own body move, I thought to my self "What else can I move?" A very abstract question, yes, but one that found an answer in the wonderful process known as animation (or as a friend tried to patent it, "Move-O-Vision").

That's about it so far.... (shit house?)