I grew up in Denmark, in the country. The fox took all but the rooster. It survived one attack, but it's head hung in an angle from the neck for weeks and it couldn't crow. It just sort of creaked. Then a bird of prey took its head right off. I spent a lot of time in front of a Commodore Amiga 500, building up a lack of character. In fact, most of my childhood and youth I spent inside my head, imagining things. Later it became important to me to see the world as clearly as possible. If there are jagged edges, I will feel jagged edges. Anyway, I'm probably going to change this bio about a thousand times... Anyway.