The reality of the matter is, I can't sit around making up stories of fantastical worlds and cool websites all the time. I got to have some way to pay the bills. That's why I now spend a large part of my time figuring out ways I can get paid to sit around making up stories of fantastical worlds and cool websites all the time. You can help me, if you like. That's what this part of the site is all about.
An enlightened purveyor of herbal medicine and handed-down wisdom, nestled in the Berkshire Hills. I am their graphic designer, webmaster, and dealer-with of all things technological so that they can stick to making soap and feeding bunnies and all the other wonderful things that they do best. It is the most fulfilling and enjoyable job I have ever had and actually been paid for. |
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A wildly ambitious creative studio, operated by myself and my great friend Michael Purpura. So far we've dipped our hands into children's fantasy, publishing, audio recording and editing, graphic design and web design. At this point we're splattered up to our elbows in rainbow-colored paint--but that doesn't mean we're not looking for more to do! Clicking the logo will open an email. Ask us to do something! Anything! If it's creative and we don't know how to do it already, we'll learn! |
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A pair of teddy-bear sized wooden people, of a race known as the Wixy, who live in a very fascinating place called the Wildwoods, where all sorts of wildly fantastical things happen every day. Click the logo to stroll by JoskinandLob.com, where you can learn about their first adventure, Joskin and Lob and the Lemon Juice Job, cowritten and read aloud by yours truly, M. J. D. I recomend it--Joskin and Lob may turn out to be the greatest work of my life. |
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A strange sort of tavern, where the pilsener glows silver; its patrons are shadows, the barkeeps all glimmer.At a board by the fire, two masters play chess. On a stage by the window, a tired lyre rests.When you find it, you'll never know what was the cost; when you leave it, you'll never guess how long you've been. For it floats on an isle in an ocean of frost, and the bridge comes and goes with the moon. The Waning Moon being a fictional place, a Waning Moon Ale is a hard thing to come by. But pay me a visit--who knows what might be brewing? |
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