I have known Martin, literally, our entire lives. He is one of the most intelligent and creative people I know. He can do anything he wants to do, and will.

I call him Star, not Martin. There is a reason for this, and he's going to blush again! ;p The very first time I saw him at faire I did a double-take...for a few reasons, but mainly because there was something about him that struck me. He has an aura about him that is very lovely and makes him stand out in a crowd. The day I saw him I never met him, but named him Star, for he shined like a star on a starless night. MY star. :) And I've called him that ever since. He's a great guy and dear friend.

Though I cant say I know him entirely that well, I consider Martin one of my better, more trustable friends. And of course my partner in crime, naa I just like a good buddy at faire, and I enjoy his company above all others there. I have yet to see how good he is with a camera, but I can believe he is good with it. ^^ squee.

Not only is Martin the Number one fan of Crumpled Napkin, go to his house and gaze at his impressive collection of wooden spoons...if you know what I mean. He is also a hell of a guy. Always prepared like a boyscout and a great photo monkey. The most impressive things I've seen him do however involve alcohol. One time I saw him hugging a tree and puking his guts out at 4 am and like 3 1/2 hours later he is merrily skipping along to the front gate with his bells jingling and shit, while I emerge from my tent looking like Keith Richards. What an asshole.

FUN! FUN! FUN!

...and a bag nachos cheesey poofs