You.

When I picture peace, I picture sitting ontop of a fatass named Tek Jansen, eating a sandwich.

Little gay there, no name. Little gay. What kind of sammich? Shark? (does he get the reference?)

Secret admirer, I try to be, but I'm human. I cussed like a madman just the other day when I was trying to shoot the sand-worm thing in Shadow of the Colossus. 'Course it's better to do it that way than to like yell at an inept grandma who's parked in the flow of traffic at Walmart.

Jesus. :o)

And you Tek!

...yeah....:-)

I think of my boss as being a peaceful person, but that's sometimes not the best thing for the people around him. He takes everything in stride, but when the poop hits the fan, sometimes he is far too lax for an appropriate response. Sometimes his inner peace ends up making other people agitated. Ironic? A little.