For those who do not know me, my name is James Zhang aka “thatbiggbadwolfy”; I am a student, a website developer, and an ambitious youngster. All of us have particular talents; mine include a loose sense of morality, a repeat offender of Interpol bylaws, and a particular knack for style and colour theory. My experience with coding, layout and design are around five years old; I have written numerous tutorials and fashioned scores of websites, the most prominent being wolfyserver. Like others, my knowledge, my persona and my ability are not limited to an online portfolio or a biography page. I enjoy writing greatly; whether it is poetry, prose, or narratives, I try my hardest to capture my own voice and record a little history on the way. Music is essential for my survival: those long hours of Adobe Photoshop tend to edge me towards insanity. Yes, I am Asian, and I have dyed hair. (Brown highlights FYI) Nevertheless, that took my good friends two or three years to realize it. I am an advocate for god-given freedoms, such as software piracy and the right to conspire against the U.S., U.K., and .de government. I like to drink pink lemonade; I enjoy reading magazines. I prefer to be in the company of true friends, close friends, and friends labeled as liabilities. My bête-noir is using “I” one too many times; essays take me a long time. I prefer regular catsup to green-coloured goo. “Angelus Domini,” I am adaptive as a wolf and my appearance is just about right to blend into any San Francisco trolley or boutique in Boston. Twas the day before Christmas, 1993 when I got my stuffed dog wolfy from my parents. The ruffled, aging, but otherwise hilarious wolf-dog has been my emblem and my screen-name throughout the years. How many girls do I like? Around 37 (1.23.02 recount). How much money do I owe people? It’s enough to hear threats of getting my legs broken every other class period. Id est, I am currently without a job. Unlike other sixteen year olds, I find objectionable occupations wherein I am working for one and a half Subway sandwiches an hour, under self-important, high school drop out supervisors and around a mass of disgruntled employees, ready to perforate fellow travailleurs with semi-automatics. No, I like working alone; though, I will settle for a technical job with nice people. Why are you reading this? It is because you admire me and are undoubtedly intrigued by my supple use of sarcasm.

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