'T was a beautiful late spring morning. Once upon a time, 9:38AM to be precise, Olaf, being me, was born. As you can see I was quite edible, yet I've seemed to survive my baby years without being nibbled at. As surprising as it may seem I remember little from my chubby baby years. It seems I was quite the sleepy-head and familiar in the world of food.

When I grew older I got less in contact with reality. I was a firm believer of spooks and saw them on occasion in my dreams. I am now also still convinced that we had sea-shaw in the garden and that one day 99 airplanes crossed our sky. Next to that I clearly remember that my parents picked black leaves off the ground in our garden, cooked them and ate them. They call me crazy for thinking that, because they say none of that really happened. But you and I know what's really going on.. right??

In kindergarten there was this girl that kept kissing me all over. I can't remember much of it. I suppose I was too young too appreciate it lol, and apparantly it neither bugged me or rocked my boat. For those who want information to tease me with... yes.. it is true. I had a blanket. The kind you can put in your mouth and any other hole, that smelled great to you always, but your mom insisted on washing once in a while anyway so that you were kept awake all night affraid. That kind of blanket. The kind your dad can make a bunny-puppet out of. Ooh.. my blanket... lol. I had a large affection for Lego.. Transformers and MASK! yes!.. great interactive vehicles and puppets with helmets.. Galore!! I still have most of them now and I still think of them once in a while when trapped in soft melancholic nostalgia.

Elementary school had its ups and downs. I started drawing a lot with a friend I had, we also played with the transformers and such. I had girlfriends.. lol.. like 3 girls in the neighbourhood. All of a sudden the 'ewww boys' phase kicked in on them and they started teasing me.. and I was thinking 'what the hell happened here, I thought we had wedding plans here!' lol. I was a good student.. and I used to have a craving for shoving hard shafts in my mouth. Experts say that people are born with this and it is not a desease. At any rate because of that thumb in my mouth, my teeth found their way forward. Also the hair style that my mom loved to death was starting to work against me.

The result of it is clear. My hair went way up there and in the end of elementary school I was embraced by braces. In the meantime I kept on eating and eating and growing. The doctors said I'd become 180cm tall. (I'd show them later!) I remember the last years.. quite popular lol. Hairgel was sure to make girls want to touch my hair and because I was tall I was a welcome slow-dance partner on birthday parties. I also had a leading role in the school musical of that year. Also nice to notice is that at this age I have been programming small stuff on both my MSX and the PC in BASIC. I was quite informed back then already about computers and science and such.

Science or not, I was kind of raised Catholic so I had to do my First Communion and after that my Forming. Back then you still think of a priest as a powerful and wise man full goodness and mindreading abilities.. hence my awe in this picture. Later you find out they are just the lazy creepy perverts as the rest of the male population is. But you have to admit, rituals are just cool if you know them and others don't.

Then there is a gap. I can't seem to find any photoalbums about it. But in the beginning of highschool everything changed. Suddenly people had to impress others and girls where supposed to make themselves look worse by trying out make-up. Guys started bullying people again. I suppose this is just the end of the era of childhood of many people. Not for me though lol. Anyway, braces were there a few years and I changed my hair a couple of times and so our story continues.

I found out certain things that probably formed me into more the person that I am now today. I quit piano lessons ages ago since I knew my talents were not in music. I stopped with playing basketball at a club because I found out people didn't play for fun but for reasons I still don't understand. I recognised that jeans don't fit for shit and that other kinds of pantwear were much nicer. I discovered that some music wasn't just the boring stuff you had to endure sometimes on the radio but that it could be actually funny or smart. This was probably also the time that I found out I had things called emotions. Yes. People could say things that could actually hurt me more than physically. You could discuss things with friends and in the end everyone was depressed.. marvellous. You discover that people's sole purpose is to make other people less than themselves and that all the things that you currently held for real, the world now calls dreams. But instead of forgetting those dreams, I ignored reality. Well not ignored it, I just didn't comply with it. So yes, I didn't really go along with all my contemporary humans. But I had a few friends who I shared boats with once in a while.

I didn't like the taste of alcohol and still don't so I didn't have the urge to drink beer and I couldn't and still can't understand why most guys I know will crack up laughing hysterically after just saying the word 'beer'. I also didn't start drinking coffee and I still think that there is not a single person in the world that likes the taste of coffee (or beer). Ask me for the proof and I'll sock it to ya! On the other hand there was the thing of creating stuff. I was really getting into humour; smart jokes. Nothing is more funny then the twisting of words or being very politically incorrect.

I not only started with drawing more but also with 3D computer animation and programming in C++. I found out that whatever people create in books, drawings, tv programs, movies, games or computer programs is nothing 'holy'. I mean 'it can be done by mortals' like me. That doesn't only make me arrogant, lol, but I also can give people who do make that kind of stuff the respect they should get because althought it can be done, it's a helluva job usually. For my holidays I usually went with my parents to the mountains in South-Germany or Austria to hike around. Once you've seen moutains from those viewpoints there you know there is no candy like eye candy. Although I have to agree, the getting up early didn't always fall right. (See picture lol)