Techie guy by day, crime fighter by night. But when crime is slow, as it often is in his quiet hometown of Plymouth, Minnesota, Tyler puts away the mask, cape, and ocelot, and finds a corner to scribble in. The victim of a dark destiny, he whirls through life with a set of shaky assumptions and a mug of rapidly-cooling java. Bewildered, scattered, querulous (some say curmudgeonly), he nonetheless attempts to entertain and inform. Someday, his alien masters will return for him. Until then, buy his books.
