age: 35 (May 19, 1976)
MEMBER SINCE: January 2005
occupation: Monitor Lizard
sign: Yield
fantasy: On the catwalk above a live performance of A Midsummer Night's Dream. At the Globe. In 1598.
body mods: I'm a lot taller than I used to be, but that wasn't a voluntary modification.
gets me hot: Owls, video games (shut up!), being in public, music, sharp-toothed fish, waking up in the morning.
into: The fire.
most humbling moment: About twenty-eight years ago, I was delivered by caesarean section. I've never really recovered from that.
crush: Maggie Gyllenhall, Nicole Kidman. But I love them because of their MINDS.
makes me sad: Ads for anti-depressants, Maury Povich, my pool skills, loneliness, litigiousness, logic board errors, Seattle, professional sports leagues, birds who aren't owls.
i lost my virginity: But then I found it again. It's all right: you can stop looking now.
stats: 81% of US children are vaccinated for chickenpox.
I finished my play this last weekend and it went quite well. First play in three years. My mom came to see it and loved it, as she does all my shows. Pretty much everybody I know in Seattle came to see it in fact. Since most of these people have never actually seen me DO anything, it was very very nice for them to see me do this, because it went so well. Plus the character I played was not some sort of bizarre geeky sidelines character like I'm used to doing, but was instead a rather aggresive, poetic, wry, musical, heartbroken, and dare I say it, cool sort of guy. Fun for me to pretend to be that sort of fellow.
A couple of Seattle SG members came to the show too, and that was nice. Everything is nice. Other than the nightly existential horror I seem to be having. That's not so nice, but I guess I'll either live through it or drink my way through it. I don't know what emotion this is supposed to represent.
I like to climb trees. I own the Incredibles DVD. I require a relatively small amount of marijuana to become intoxicated. I am unafraid of bees. I can't find a copy of Red by King Crimson. I wrote a song in the shower:
once I had a poem
and it lived inside my toe
so i cut off my toe
and i put it on a piece of paper
and there was life
in the way it wiggled
and there was love
in the way it looked at me
(refrain)
and now i've really got to wonder
if there's a poem within my heart
how am i ever going to see that motherfucker?
i guess i might be in trouble now
And if not that, I'd chicken out and run off stage.. 
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