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Inscribed in the Cheese

"I strike people as a person who just left."

Mephistopheles of Pancakes
1 September 1982
I'm a straight male theatre queen. (If that ain't the king of all oxymorons.) I have a thing for pale redheads with glasses and accents. This translates to a lifelong one-sided love affair with Nicole Kidman.

I hope to someday be a neurotic writer. I've got the neurotic part perfect already. Toward the writer end, I auditioned for and was accepted to the BMI Lehman Engel Musical Theatre Workshop. It was a series of amusing disasters and culminated in my not being accepted into the Advanced Class. I am very, very bitter about this and will probably remain so for the rest of my life.

I dropped out of college shortly before the end of my sophomore year, due to a combination of burnout and the school's dying theatre department. That was at the beginning of May 2003. Currently, I'm back at home. After PAing on two shows (Avenue Q's Broadway transfer and Barry Manilow and Bruce Sussman's ill-fated Harmony, the website of which is currently out of commission), I worked part-time in editorial for a theatre website for several months. At the moment, I'm working part-time at good ol' Barnes & Noble - I've been there since June of 2004. Things could be worse, although I'm not exactly satisfied. In September of 2006, I spent some time as Assistant Director for the musical Virgins at the third New York Musical Theatre Festival, and as of January 2007, I've returned to school (albeit part-time) at SUNY Purchase.

I have gone through most of my life having cheese at almost every meal. I'm far prouder of that than I should be. I do belong to a gym, though, and after I needed to have my gall bladder removed in June of 2006, I've finally got a good excuse to make myself cut down.

I've been known to wear a fedora. Damn fine hat. That's it in my default icon - I also have a lighter straw one for summer, but it doesn't look as nice shrunk down to 100 pixels by 100 pixels. the straw one actually fits me better, since it's actually the right size - the brown one had been my dad's (he's essentially never worn it, so in July of 2002, he gave it to me), and his head is a size or two smaller than mine. Sometimes I wear a fez. That, however, is mainly for comic effect. I sorta stopped wearing the hats with any regularity in late 2005. The one in the icon is good at holding my keys and some loose change.

I have a tendency to correct people's spelling and grammar, whether they want it (or like it) or not. I've got to stop doing that. Even if it is lots of fun.

I'm an abject night person, approaching official insomnia. I'd be much happier if the world would let me live my life from 11:30 AM to 4:00 AM, then sleep the remaining seven and a half hours, lather, rinse, repeat.

I'm gifted/afflicted with an extremely dry sense of humor. I also curse, loudly and often. My parents, oddly, don't mind this, but they hate my snarkiness.

If you'd like to add me as a friend, feel free; if I don't already know you from somewhere else, though, please leave a comment introducing yourself and give me a few days of reading your journal before I consider adding you back. Good grammar and spelling are a must. (Cross-reference with the grammar nazi thing.)
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