I've known Dweeler since he was just a green babe off the boat from 'bama. He sailed on into Besant House on a wave of car illustrations, and he landed in the room at the end of the hall. Several years and many thousands of Friday morning 'teen 'cakes later, Besant Brother Dweeler emerged from the womb of the Grove and took his rightful position as the leader, king and dictator of OOG, a secret underground group of revolutionaries. Without his careful, crafty and subtle yet genious leadership, nothing would come together, and no one would get off their duff and do anything. Dweeler is the center, vortex and prime manipulating agent of the OOG universe. Plus he's a really nice guy and a friend I adore. :)

Dylan is hung more like an oak than a human. There are entire regions of the lower amazon basin whose indigenous people worship dylan's thingy. Their systems of math and astronomy are based on dylan's manhood. Instead of mathmatics based on the numbers 10 or 12 they are based on 18 1/2. You know what
I mean. Dylan rules. Dylan is the new Yahweh. Isharbannipal and Hammurabi based their early writing on Dylan. The epic of gilgamesh is really about this man here. I love you Dylan. May you have many orgasms and lazy days in your future. You rule!

Dylan is one cat for whom mere words cannot begin to describe his complete and total awesomeness.

His art...totaly awesome. He makes his living (a real one) making his art. That is so awesome.

His heart is larger even than his television, which is truly awesome. He cares deeply and walks his talk. And he swims on the land.

And his brain may be the most awesome thing about Dylan. While I don't believe anybody is smarter than me, Dylan has deep, yellow understandings of things which I cannot begin to fathom. This awes me.

I love Dylan. Even his knees are awesome.

His awesomeness is so awesome that it awes me completely. Dylan is way cool. No wonder there are so many Dylanites.