On the books I’m known as a swashbuckling adventurer. I teach swordplay and acting to whoever will pay me for my efforts. It’s tough to keep an income with that though, particularly since I don’t live in an area rich with evil barons, corrupt religious figures, or fair ladies who get kidnapped. My windmill then becomes “The Man†and I tilt as often as I can. To pay the bills I deliver the dead. Freelance. I’m going to be taking classes for the next few years or so in Environmental Engineering with emphasis in the nautical and aeronautical fields. Why? Solar dirigibles bitches. Inflatable sails. Subterranean geodesic spheres. Once I’ve got a few degrees to back my shit up Popular Science and Playboy will be chainsaw dueling for the interview. If the arts won’t cut me my fat check then science surely will.table table table table, table table table td{ border-style:none;Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,Enwrought with golden and silver light,The blue and the dim and the dark clothsOf night and light and the half-light,I would spread the cloths under your feet:But I, being poor, have only my dreams;I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.-William Butler Yeats
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