Jenjen is a mysterious, enimatic and quintessant woman this side of the Moon and sun. She never ceases to inspire me and show me My soul back thru her eyes, where her own soul shines as a beacon to an old soul. Get to know her, youll see *smirks*

I can never remember if I'm Captain Ding Dong or Lieutenant Twinkie, but Jen does. She remembers everything. Her vocabulary is enormous. She's a walking oracle with a New 'Yok accent. We'd turn up Queen or ABBA until the windows shook and flail around like epileptic mental patients, while consuming pina coladas, saki, or whatever we could find. We occupied ourselves by becoming loyal slaves to Mel Brooks, dressing as wenches, and tormenting my mother (the national sport of Sweden). Jen's one of the funniest, quickest witted woman I know. Talking to her is like coming home to the mothership. Also, I can walk in to a bar completely unpestered if accompanied by The Rack Of Jen AND she's the only one who also knows all the words to Madeline Khans "I'm Tired". Downtown Anchorage got a beautiful, touching, ..loud.. serenade this summer. The bums and murderers wouldn't make eye contact with us and walked away quickly at our approach. Thus is the charm of Jen and Kris.