So, you want to know more about me? How sweet! Okay, I'll tell you.

I'm a Dog of May 1982, otherwise quite a nice year.

Sleepy greenish-greyish eyes, framed by an often overgrown mess of dark hair. This unique creature is usually encountered on urban levels, and prefers to mind his own business, appearing completely innocent of any wrongdoing. He seems mostly harmless. When killed, he is worth little experience, and may drop a good computer.

Turn-ons: computers, beautiful smiles, freckles, fur, defenselessness, healthy body curvature, intellectual achievement, pizza, cottages with fireplaces and snow outside.

Turn-offs: smoking, icky things, alcohol, exaggerated self-importance, consumerism, ridiculously wide social networks, music without melody.

I have been described as annoyingly calm and enviably content.

In the beginning, I was an unhappy baby. Then I grew up to be a calm small human. Note the genuinely innocent smile; I would later try in vain to copy this expression.

By the tender age of six or so, I had already seen a computer, and felt intrigued.

By thirteen I had developed this self-satisfied grin. Couldn't help it - I was just so good.

I was well on my way already to becoming a mighty programmer.

Around this time I made friends with Werp, a musically and graphically talented guy in my class. His creative influence pushed me into composing my first song, Mimu Muzak. Later we formed a creative group and called it Mooncore, but never did much with it, then.

Then I graduated from high school - strongest subjects: English and Mathematics.

The picture on the right has been digitally enhanced to hell and back, and is from the graduation party in summer 2001 which I reluctantly attended wearing my mother's old student hat which was too small for me.

Note the slumped shoulders and painfully awkward but good-natured smile; I would later try in vain to lose this expression.

I was well on my way already to becoming a mighty musician.

I moved to Ukraine to get a BBA-degree in pretty much the only university there offering a full degree course in English.

In the image on the left are a most charming El and a me in a cool medieval restaurant. Being Ukrainian, her kindness was instrumental for my survival in an alien environment. Also, we got married, eventually.

You may be under the impression that I had finally developed some sense of style, but that's just because you can't see the tennis shoes I'm wearing.

I've travelled the world a bit. This one's taken in Antalya, or a place within an uncomfortable hour's bus ride from there, anyway.

I can feel the cry of the schoolgirl ravaged by the tentacle monster drawing me to visit Japan someday.

Would you believe I'm a quarter of a century old here, attending the 2008 conference on Economics: stuff in WIUU?

Incidentally, making friends with teachers is the key to a straight-A record.

Living in Ukraine can give a new perspective to life for someone raised in an environment of shameless opulence. The land has its share of wickedness, but at least it is not hypocritical about it.

To conclude, I will reduce this page's egoism-quotient. Here's an old picture of the charming but long-gone Otto. This was probably taken around 1995.