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Welcome to our picture page. We'll try to keep a few pictures up here for your enjoyment. If Dehn ever gets around to learning enough about HTML or XHTML to put together a nice page of thumbnails, then you'll all be in for a treat.
Anyway, until then, enjoy.
Here we are, hard at work on The Fan. Dehn on the left, Kensou X on the right.
(Please note the suffering we endure to bring a little funny into your day.)
Kensou X on the job. This is about as hard-core as we ever get.
Kensou X with his girl, the PS2. When they're alone together, it's always better
to knock before entering the room. Otherwise, you might be scarred for life.
Dehn goes nowhere without his coffee. Without coffee, all
is without light or form.
Without coffee, there is nothing.
Case it point; Dehn before coffee. The individual who took this picture is
now in
Germany, learning out to operate a full set of prosthetic limbs.
A view from our backyard. When the primary building material
is mud, everyone
makes mud huts and mud domes.
Our expensive entertainment center, before our move. Now we're running
a
stripped-down version. No problem, since home isn't that far off.
A tent city at one of the airbases here, after a rain. This place
is so dry
that when a little rain hits, everything turns to mud.
That's all for now. Check back from time to time for more. Better yet; keep up with the rants on the front page. We'll let you know when we've updated.
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All content of The Fan is ©2003-04 Emmanuel Menjivar, 2nd Rate Ink and Jerry Pietrzak, Dai Shinwa; unless otherwise noted. Any resemblence to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Your mileage may vary. Careful; contents are hot and may burn.