mr. sad (re)presents the ideal fibdemetic subject position--mildly depressed, very critically and ironically distanced. he delights in the perverse and the comi-tragic, but still cried at the end of "the joy luck club" (substitute "the english patient," etc.). a paradoxical figure, maybe.

neonman is the qualified happy face of the fibdemite pantheon. neonman prefers to keep one eye closed to his environment, having a rich inner life that he finds preferable to the sugary and hyper-social. r-emotion.

i recently saw a saturday morning children's cartoon with a scheming cabal of suit-wearing television executive dogs hiding behind large oval masks almost identical to that of tribalman. they may have been carrying spears. i can't remember. tribalman is our "other," the fibdemite stand-in for all late capitalist forms of alterity. think global village, multi-culti, etc. his carefully stereotyped image carries with it an ongoing, ambivalent engagement with otherness, with what some term the colonial or post-colonial, and with the united colors of benetton and its ilk. tribalman drinks coke, and has a cellular phone. he also eats his children.*

uglyhed's ultra-pixeled simul-face represents that "lack of resolution" that we hear "clouds our relationships with ourselves" and "others." his subjectivity reflects (or refracts?) that which prevents, always and already, "freely communicative social interaction" (think 'town hall meetings' and, again, u.c.o.b.) uglyhed is white noise and incommensurability. uglyhed is the bastard child of the global informatic village.

*only when his ratings are low.