The short of it:

I am a 25 year old writer (and occasional musician) from Auckland, New Zealand. I write the online comics Tiny Kitten Teeth and I <3 Tapes. My short comic stories, drawn by my partner Becky Dreistadt, have been published in You Ain’t No Dancer Vol. 3 (New Reliable Press), Popgun Vol. 3 & 4 (Image Comics) and Discovered (Top Shelf Comix). I am currently working on a book of short stories and a pair of children’s books, amongst other secret things.

The painfully introspective long version:

I sprang forth into this world on April 21st, 1984 with many lofty aspirations. I lived on a small island in a large tudor house, parented by two wonderful people with wonderfully large lives. I wanted to be a computer programmer, back when that was a large thing to aspire to.

At 7, I moved from this large house in a small country to a small house in a much larger country. Despite Perth’s geographical shortcomings (see: most isolated city in the world), it is a place of reasonable size and stature. With temperatures up to 42°C (or 108°F), it was a physical as well as societal shock for me. The small school I attended was incredibly influential in terms of my general outlook and career prospects. Sure, it assured my mathematical skills will always be, at best, remedial, but there I was introduced to writing, music and film.

Returning to New Zealand, high school and university is somewhat of a blur. I found out that rich children are especially cruel and their garters permanently cut off the supply of blood to their brain. I realised beer tasted good if it cost more than a couple of dollars a bottle and that literature was apparently best served with a healthy dose of obscenity. I only recently rescinded the latter point.

During the middle of my University career I made some dumb comics. However, I can never regret them, as they resulted in my meeting Becky Dreistadt, which is the most important personal and professional relationship I will ever have.

For a few years, I was in a band. It broke up, which profoundly effected me. Now, it exists as a sort of a whimsical melancholy that taught me more than I ever wanted to know about people. The void left by said band has been filled with an incredibly rewarding on/off musical project called Ice Cream Soldiers.

In 2008, following Becky’s graduation, we began working on Tiny Kitten Teeth. Many wonderful things have been made possible by our odd little webcomic about talking cats, which has left me in a perpetually oscillating state between excitement and terror.