Abandoning computers, Ian now grabs his pen hard and with vigor. He manipulates it in ways never before heard or seen on this little Earth. Your face will implode when faced with his fluids (from his pen). “Begone, airbrushing; farewell, anti-aliasing,” he chats, dashing his computer against the rocks “I am a man - a man, you hear? I need my hands to be dirty with inky residue I want to feel my body. Men, men alone, men together need not for effeminate graphic design. They need pictures of weird animals and stuff”. So he strides free in the world, a man standing alone in the world, naked and beautiful for all to see naked.