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Well, first off, thanks for visiting. It's always nice to have company. Feel free to look around, drop a comment, send a message, or get acquainted. I seem to have written a whole bunch of stuff here, more in line with my writing style and personality than any professional resume I might have, so... if you like to read, you may be in for a treat. But if that's not your cup of tea, then perhaps I can offer you a different drink of sorts, coffee maybe, or possibly Gatorade, if that's your thing... Anyways, if you've got the time, here's some actual "blurbs" about me:
Let's see... I'm a Libra (very very Libra, actually, see next paragraph). I'm also one of those undying optimists and I love being able to take that with me wherever I go. I've certainly considered the possibility that my optimism comes from the fact that I've been very fortunate in life, but even in less-fortunate circumstances, I've found ways to combine hardships and humour to make the best of a situation. I can't help but look for the humor in things and I've learned it's the best way to keep going when things get rough. Plus, when all else fails, you can always laugh at yourself... its a naturally occuring source of punchlines.
What else... I'm a child at heart, though I try not to be too immature, I'm an avid stargazer, though I'm fairly grounded as a person, and I love long walks just about anywhere, though not in the cold... but then again, who likes long cold walks. My parents certainly didn't enjoy them, why would I? But that's beside the point. The point is, "Hey, look at that Libra balancing going on there." Yep. I'll have to agree. Quite a bit of Libra-ness going on there indeed.
But now the good stuff, and by good, I mean scandalous... okay, maybe not "scandalous", more like "bad habits". Well, I have a dreadful habit of acting too damn shy for my own good, although I'm consciously working on it, I swear. I also tend to come off as naive, although that's generally a choice I make so I don't come off too hardened by all my harsh learning experiences. You see, I'm originally from a small, small town in the prairies, but my career has taken me to a lot of interesting places... Vancouver, Toronto, Los Angeles, Miami, Bangkok... I feel fortunate that I've got to meet people with all sorts of different perspectives and backgrounds, but when it comes to casually speaking up (and not talking about movies, games & music), I don't often do it unless I've got something worthwhile to say. You might say that I'm "functional to a fault"... and sometimes it drives me rather nuts, especially when all I want to say is, "hi", or, as is the case with some girls: "hi, I think you're cute/cool/sexy/hot/stunning/engaging/
amazing/beautiful/gorgeous/captivating and/or strikingly awesome"
... I mean, that shouldn't be too hard to say, right...?
Hmm, let's see, okay.. RANDOM FACT: about once a month or so in a moment of "wow, look at that", I tend to haphazardly send out friend requests to SMOKING HOT girls that I don't know, but I'm now willing to consider the possibility that there's a suspicious correlation between the previous paragraph's "shy guy" problem... and this paragraph's random courage solution. In any case... if you are one of these girls, and you've actually read this far already, then I think now's a great time for you to message me regarding my cell phone number. (hey, it could happen... right?? Maybe? Possibly? Or possibly not... that happens too)
Anyway, the most important things to me are my close friends (love you guys), my family (love you guys too), and my work (yep, I love it too), but in business, I tend to be "honest to a fault", which makes 2 faults so far, but the thing is, is that as an artist, I think that honesty is the most important road to discovering the truth in something, and I'd rather be buggered for being honest, than worried about being busted, anyday... but that's me, and in my opinion, truth is like solid gold, or maybe platinum-- Well, that's not entirely true... see, I don't really find either of those things to be of value, and maybe you don't either (how's that for bohemian), and so, with that said, I'd like to state the following: that truth, in my opinion, is just really, really, really valuable, perhaps invaluable, and likely more valuable that either gold or platinum, or any combination of the two... or any "precious metals" for that matter, and actually, in my opinion, truth itself is precious. And the best thing about it, as far as I can tell, is that it's generally not for sale on the open market (black market, maybe...), although once I think I saw someone on a street corner yelling "Truth for sale! Truth for sale! Get it while it's true...!" Hey, true story(or is it??). See what I mean, now... you ain't got nothin' if you ain't got truth. Well, actually, then you'd have lies... or "possible truths"... so, I guess the truth of the matter is that if you ain't got truth, then ya probably ain't sure what ya got. HA! So true...
But seriously, all things said, my 2 cents... I'd take a little tin shed of truth over an entire kingdom of lies... sure you can smash my walls down pretty easy, but guess what? It's just me inside... pretty simple, huh? And why'd you have to go and smash my walls? I would'a just come out... honest. That's okay. I won't cry. Promise. But could ya gimme a hand putting them back up, please? Just hold there, and CLICK. Done. Thanks. See? Simple...
Okay, for those of you just tuning in, this is the one hundred and twelfth paragraph. Where have you been? You missed all the good parts! You should go back and read the section where I explain my sentimental attachment to my little plush turtle, Speedy, his companion, my frog with a heart, Froggie, and the boss of the bunch, my traveling pet cat, Charlie (last name withheld... also plush). It's a very interesting story, so go back. But for the rest of you, this is likely the end. Feel free to stop reading here. This whole "about me" thing might suddenly turn weird, and who knows where that could lead (weird places, no doubt), so watch out, it could happen at any moment, and soon you'll be calling me "weird", just like everyone else (not that it bugs me ;-)... cuz I know I'm a bit off kilter). And I'm serious by the way,this weird thing could happen without notice, so be warned... in fact it's very likely, so if you're totally down with "weird", you're completely welcome to stay.
*FYI, when I say weird, I'm not talking about hanging out with juggling dwarves, bearded women, contortionist acrobats, or lewd sex acts... that's another profile (find me, I dare you)(just kidding)(yes, really, I am kidding). So... "weird", right... but within reason. It's not the funny farm here... actually, no I like that term, I retract my previous statement. In fact, "Welcome to the funny farm"... no, no, no, what I mean to say here is that I'm not some freak show at the circus (oh God, that's just not true sometimes, unfortunately *lowers his head*)... okay, let's keep things moving! NEXT, PLEASE!
Oh, so, besides being weird I can also be very wordy. Imagine that! A wordy writer. Yep... I'm like a living, breathing, walking, talking, Oxford College Dictionary. Abridged version (of course). In fact, you may already think I'm being too wordy for my own good. And me, well, I'm willing to bet that you're right... and I suppose if you really think about it, just how long does this paragraph actually have to go on for before it's made that point? Come on, think about it, how many more of these extraneous little words do I have to keep cramming into these last few sentences before they just begin to feel like they're being written without any real purpose behind them at all? I mean, honestly, isn't it just highly inappropriate how many more times I keep trying to make each one of these ridiculously pointless sentences try to run on even longer than the last one when all I'm really trying to do is make it look like I know how to construct an incredibly long run-on sentence that keeps going and going until I run out of lengthy words to use, or useful adjectives to describe things, or until I start repeating myself, adding a comma here and there to make it sound longer when it fact it really isn't longer at all, it just sounds that way because I added a comma (or maybe a semi-colon; no what's the point)-- Oh, hey, you're actually still reading this... wow, dude, that's flippin' awesome! Hi5! Apparently you really want to know more "about me"... well, okay then. Here you go...
So, as you might've guessed, I've never really fit in anywhere, and I'm not quite sure if I fit in here either. I'm certainly not aiming for that big 10,000th friend or anything, but it's called myspace, not yourspace, so worst case scenario, Tom will always be my friend here, and that's okay with me because he seems like a pretty cool guy (or at least he's been marketed to me that way). Yeah! Um. So, anyway, I usually make acquaintances pretty easily, but I find it hard to make good friends. The ones I do have are totally rad, mostly girls, and I'd forever do anything for them (I APPRECIATE THEM SOOOOO SO MUCH). Some of them "get me", others are likely on the fence, some of them are my homies, and others are just awesome people that I've met over the past few years, and from what the majority of them tell me, I'm a pretty sarcastic dude, and in fact, there's times I end up being so sarcastic that even my best friends don't "get it". Well, my bad, but if you know me, then you know that I always mean well and I'll usually try to backpeddle to make more sense of myself, but you know, sometime there's only so far you can backpeddle before you're rolling backwards down the other side of the hill, and nobody likes to get blind-sided by some flailing dork on bicycle so, where was I going with this? Oh yes, it takes a great deal of talent to ride your bicycle backwards without coming off as a dork and although I try my hardest to steer clear of doing this, I find that sometimes it just happens anyway, so my advice is that you can either embrace it and hold on for the crash, or dive fiercely off the bike and search for the nearest box of Band-Aid brand band-aids ( I like the ones with racing stripes). Either way, if nobody's given you a trophy yet for this incredible bicycle stunt, at least make sure you've got it on tape, or go out and buy a cool trophy of your own, that way you can design it yourself and make it look stupendously important. Besides, nobody has to know, right? You can always be number 1 in your own books! And who knows, maybe your book will go on to be a New York Times Bestseller! Which would make you a New York Times Bestselling author! So, way to go! Maybe after all this is over, we can be friends?
OMG, did I mention I love to teach. I do I do. I friggin' love it, and my life's an open book on anything I've learned... and I've actually found that teaching is by far the best way to learn even more, so you can't lose! Teaching is learning. Ah, but you know what's strange? A lot of the time I tend to come off as that quiet, serious-looking guy who just seems to be thinking about something instead of talking, and okay, I admit, it's the damned writer in me, observing everything... taking it all in I guess... but hey! How's anyone supposed to teach anything if they don't even open their mouth, right? I know, I know... it's just that sometimes I'll just sit there listening to stuff and totally forget to open my mouth and say anything. In fact, I imagine that if myspace was more like real life, I'd probably have a super long list of comments that merely said, "wow, you're sure being quiet..." (*sigh...*)... Well, I guess that in the right situations, my functionality kicks in and beats the crap out of my shyness. Booyah!
AND NOW, here's more about me: contrary to my photos on here, I barely spend any time at the beach. I'm dead serious. Go figure... then again, I don't really get excited about taking photos of me workin' away on my laptop in Starbucks, or The Coffee Bean... I mean, really, it's just not something you get all that excited about. Or maybe you do, in which case, I want to meet you. Please message me. And if you're still reading this, you're a super trooper. I love you already. You can message me anytime. :)
Well, here we are at the bottom of the section. I guarantee that only a few people have made it this far and if you're one of those people, I feel sad that we have to part ways, although it's probably for the best. Sooner than later you'll get annoyed with me and my "yippe-ya-hoo" attitude and things'll just get awfully messy from there and next thing you know it'll be all over the news and some talk show will come knocking wondering why you pulled that horrible trick with the giant helium balloons, just to get me to admit I'm actually adopted. And really, why did you do that? I would have just told you, you know. Whoa, see, it's happening already. Can't you feel the tension? See, you'd better go. Oh, and if there was ever a doubt, I do in fact have a serious side and if you're around on the weekend, you can generally find him completely mangled in the corner of the alley outside the club, testing out new dialogue with his dumpster buddies, so that Monday morning's writing will have that natural flow to it. Aww, poor guy...*
*Okay, seriously, I don't actually do this (although if you actually see me doing this, please help me by putting me in a cab and sending me to 1020 Marine Dr in West Vancouver). The truth of the matter is that I totally do respect my serious side, 'cause it's gotten me where I am in life... in fact, thanks to the serious side of things, my weekends and holidays have mostly lost that "can't wait to relax feeling" for me, although I'm very much okay with that, I like it that way, and I'm used to it. Besides, surprise holidays are the best, right?
