Poster Children! Bill Lives!

Now here's what else I have to say for myself: According to the the Keirsey Temperament Sorter II, I'm an ENTJ (Extroverted Intuitive Thinking Judging) or an INTJ, depending on my mood. See what that tells you. I've found that (in myself, at least) it's rather accurate. Right now, I spend my days in the guise of a [not so] mild-mannered senior systems integration consultant, largely specializing in enterprise-class business continuity, system resiliency, and disaster recovery system design and implementation. Very often, this means I spend a lot of time working with products from Sun, IBM, and VERITAS (and I really like them), but that's not the extent of it. Yes, I'm an IT mercenary; and yes, this is my idea of fun. On the other hand, I spend my nights as a leather, spike, and fishnet-clad, rubber chicken-wielding costumed crusader... fighting for all that's good and right in the world, along with my elite army of Goths. This, too, is my idea of fun. The rest of my time is spent at home with my computers and Onyx (my trusty attack cat), taking photographs when I get the chance, at any number of clubs, conjugating with my friends, somewhere online, knifin' around with this site (especially Wild Dog Pizza), at work, wandering aimlessly, and/or collecting information in preparation for my conquest, during which my minions and I will take over the world. Make no mistake; the new regime shall represent the utmost epitome of fashion sense and technolust... just like any good reactionary pseudoanarchist aristocracy with net.goths at the helm should. Prepare yourself to experience... well... all of my ideas of fun. But I digress. Here featured are: Wild Dog Pizza: The Art and Science of Being Tarik Dozier My photographic work Too Much Information about me, including my FAQ The Vanity Gallery: photos of me and others My old biography   (currently being phased into TMI) My collection of quotes My favorite music My favorite people My beloved computers    (closed for remodeling) Big Hat: Ethereal Bliss Maggie Estep: Sex Goddess of the Western Hemisphere Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind (The Neo-Futurists!) Pending Items Replacement of this very, very, very old page (it still holds sentimental value) More Wild Dog Pizza More of my biography (further incorporated into TMI on WDP) Images of my masks crafted entirely of human flesh (Okay, so just maybe this qualifies as unmitigated sensationalism. Maybe I don't really make masks of human flesh. But what if I do? Do you really want to risk missing that?) Goat pr0n (Okay... now I'm just lying. Find your own goats photographed in explicit situations, you freaks.) It's never finished. As the world of technology and information is dynamic, we all know that a web site is never complete. It never ends. It just keeps getting bigger and bigger until you're trapped into doing more and more; and the only way out... is suicide (or I suppose you could just neglect it). That's how they get you! Maybe that's just my paranoia speaking, but that's fine, because that still doesn't mean they're not out to get me. If you think you're sufficiently paranoid, then you're merely unprepared for the worst. I've been writing and providing sparse updates to this site since before the first graphical web browser was coded (and long before HTML was standardized). What was originally a few random pages of text and hypertext has gotten big and unwieldly, just like the Web. Fortunately, this particular space is currently in the process of undergoing a major visual and informational overhaul. Now that I've undertaken a revamp of Wild Dog Pizza, the redesign of this entire site is finally well underway. Now that life is... well... life, I've only recently realized how much more spare time I actually had in college, even when I consider the consistent series of all-nighters and all of the other things of which I was a part that occupied a significant number of my otherwise available hours (like Actors in the Attic and Like Disco... But Not Really). It's an old story, really; we grow up to learn that it's more fun not to. Feh. I suppose I'm doomed. Oh well. At least I have more stuff now. And so, the story continues.... "My superior endurance will allow me to stay awake indefinitely." © 1993-2003 Tarik John Dozier master@osirisani.com