Dimensional Weasel?The name is from a story in an old 1940s Weird Tales magazine. I needed an identity, my partner grabbed the magazine, and found the name. It stuck immediately. About five years ago, I was literally dying in a thankless, futile “tech” job run by bureaucrats. My gas tank was empty. The only thing that was giving me any hope at all was my dog, my partner, and a burning desire to do something creative. All my life I ignored that side of me and I was finally at the breaking poin...