Something that fell out of my files the other day: A photo of me accompanying an article printed in Iceland's 1990's attempt at yellow journalism, "Pressan". I was, what, 29 then? Funny, I look younger. I wasn't Iceland's only cartoonist, but the only adult one, so that got me an interview. I did not treat it with much seriousness, so the image of me the Pressan presented may have been a little warped. But hey, it was amusing, and to be honest, I _am_ a little warped.