Let me tell you a story of the Thanksgiving Mines.

Let me tell you a story about the mines. (it's okay if you aren't one of the priviledged few who understands that) Ahh Thanksgiving. A time to be thankful. A time to eat. A time for family. A time to eat. Sadly, it has come and gone and is only a fleeting memory lost in the sea of our thoughts (mere puddles for some). While not with my own family, I was taken in by another family. This story starts out in a town called Quogue. Quogue?! you may say! What is this Quogue you speak of. I tell you now, it is a place of beauty nestled in the middle of the Hamptons of Long Island. Now as soon as you get over your jealosy I will continue.

Alright. I was fortunate enought by the great generosity of a business associate friend of mine to take me in for the night. His family was lots of fun, and the morning after the meal turned out to be wonderfully mild and bright and sunny. So, we were able to check out the beach (one of my most favorite places in the whole wide world) and the beatiful town of Quogue. Oh what a joy it is to be able to spend some time in a real house and a real community (not to mention a very beautiful one at that).

Sadly, all must end as I take the bus back to Manhattan so that I can go look sexy at Abercrombie for four hours. Thus ends my Thanksgiving. Now, of course this is but an overview. I don't really feel like going into too much detail here.

I will leave you with a little advice. If you own a humidifier, and you have it on a table, do not put anything of value or necessity underneath the edge of that table. As I was about to jump into the shower to be all clean and hot-looking for work, I glanced in the direction of a dripping sound. Alas, my clothes for work that had been neatly stacked were being doused with warm water leaking from the humidifier. I proceeded to jump in the shower and shave, and then ran (literally) to the laundromat to dry my clothes making me a tiny bit late for work (something I do try to avoid if at all possible). Yes, a water emergency ocurred. Such a lame turn of events. As a consequence, my clothes were still a bit damp (not visibly so) and my only meal was a balance bar (pretty much for the whole day). Luckily this whole evening ended well with a lovely burger and a lovely dinner companion.

Live and learn people...live and learn. And, that is the story of the mines.

Abercrombilicious!

It's official...I work for Abercrombie and Fitch! Oh, I'm a trained store model. That's right baby, I went through "how to be sexy" training. Now I'm ready to look hot in Abercrombie clothes while people shop and stare at me. I joke, but I do now work there. And all the people are cool. I mean, it's not so bad to be working with a bunch of hot models, actors, and dancers! And, Abercrombie is not as superficial as I say. Training was actually all day on costomer service, loss prevention, corporate policies, etc. And, the store models don't just stand around and pose. We actually talk with the costomers and stuff. Very important work, you know. Anyways, it still stands that if you see me now that I'm "sexy" trained, you will not be able to keep your eyes off me and you will be unconsciously drawn to me like moths to a flame. Just one of the perks and burdens of the job.

Now my new goal (among my many others) is to get to the gym, yoga, and dance class to make my body look like the Abercrombie print models. Now that I work in the main store as a model, I'm going to try and get in the catalog. I know I've promised things like this before, but mark my words, in a couple months my body will be that of a Greek Abercrombie-looking God.

On a sad note, my ipod is giving me the "support" message meaning I better get it over to the Apple Store pretty soon. I was forced to read (and finish) a book on the train up to New Canaan yesterday. Reading?! READING?! Just kidding, I actually do like to read. I finished A Briefer History of Time by Stephen Hawking. I think I just wanted to make myself smarter by attempting to read it. At least I could have the appearance of intelligence by holding it title outward while I walk. It's a great book on the phsyics of the universe and astromony. It's just a bit tough to get through and understand at some parts. I did graduate from a tough four-year liberal arts college and took some tough classes, but my main focus is obviously dance and theatre, so science took a backseat. Hence, the trouble reading it. But, I did finish it and am smarter for it (even though you may not think so).

Alrighty. I'm off to see the wizard...the Abercrombiliciously wonderful wizard of Oz.

Well past due...oops

Well, I don't normally have anyone pointing out that I'm past due on writing a new blog, but that is precisely what has happened here this week. All I can say is that I'm profusely sorry, and here it is now, well past due. I hope I don't dissapoint.

First, a few observations. Running out for coffee this morning and to pick up a backstage paper, I walked by the corner of 23rd and 6th Ave. Those who know the area may remember there is a Best Buy there. Yeah, so due to the new Playstation 3 being released tomorrow, people were chill'n in foldable chairs and blankets in a little roped off area. I have no problem with that (unless my brother is doing it back at home, although we've discussed this, and he's not dorky enough to do the whole camping out thing...thank goodness) except for the fact that it is not some nice mall area or suburb or something. I would personally hate to hang out and spend the day and maybe night on that corner. Too many people and cars and...everything!

Second, I need to make it known to everyone that after training and orientation this weekend, I will be working for Abercrombie and Fitch. That's right, I will be a store model in their flagship Fifth Avenue store. How cool will I be! That's right, I will be looking super hot making people want to not only buy the clothes but also buy me. Sadly, I have a very high price on myself and will be very selective to potential buyers. So, watch out next time I see any of you when I come waltzing in all modely and stuff and I apologize ahead of time now if you can't control yourself and I have to tazer you to keep you away (unless you are outrageously hot, of course).

Those who follow my career (no fair making fun of my career at this point...I know it's building), will have noticed that I was recenly featured on Guiding Light with my coffee drinking. As of yet I have not been nominated for any sort of award yet. Fingers crossed.

Those of you who missed it...you are no longer my friends. Okay I lied, I still love you. Although with recent work I have become eligible to joing SAG, which is pretty huge. It means I'm a real actor (not that I wasn't before, but joining the union is a pretty big professional step). Now I just have to come up with a lot of money to pay the initiation fee. Bummer!

What else...hmm...the gods controlling my inspiration seem to be lacking a bit. Ooh...I got one. NO PLAYING CHRISTMAS SONGS UNTIL AFTER THANKSGIVING! If you could please just at least keep them to a minimum, that would be great. I understand we're all eager for Chrismas, but let's channel our thoughts into the killing and consuming of turkeys. I realize Christmas decorations will be going up and all that, and that's cool. I love Christmas time, but I also enjoy being thankful for dead and cooked turkeys. Sadly I will not get to enjoy my family's cooking, but I'm sure I can figure something out. Maybe the homeless shelter...just kidding! At the very least I will get a bottle of wine and buy an already cooked bird and a slice of pumkin pie and cross my fingers that Charlie Brown is on primetime (since I don't have real cable). Putting that into words it may sound a bit sad, but I promise you, Charlie Brown, wine, turkey, pie...not so bad!

I have forced myself to pump this one out, so I hope everyone is now satisfied. I will try and do better here in the future both with the frequency of my writing and the quality of it as well. You will not be dissapointed. Oh, and if anyone knows how to make a sick looking website, let me know. I know a fair amount through my own learning and books, but it's slow going, and I want to make my site awesome. Especially as my career grows, so that I can eventually put video and make it all professional looking...yet still sick!

Go ahead and make a difference, just don't be shy about it

Well, apparently today is a day where we vote on stuff. I'll be honest, I'm not sure what we're supposed to be voting on, so I probably won't vote. That's right, my friends, I'm uninformed! It happens. Also, I am only registered to vote in the state of Washington, which makes it quite hard to vote here in New York when you don't have an absentee ballot. So, while I am going to be unamerican, I do urge you to vote. Follow my amazing example in everything else but this. And let me know how it goes. Oh, and no getting all upset with me about not voting unless it comes down to losing by one vote. Then maybe you have a case.

I haven't written for about a week I think. This is mostly because I haven't been able to figure out what to write that is of any importance or at the least has some entertainment value. For the sake of my own ego here, we are going to make the assumption that what I have to say and write is in fact important. Not many people may want to read it, but that's their tiny opinion. I started writing here uninspired, and as of 10 seconds ago, I figured out the rest of this blog. So, here you go.

I would first like to direct you to my events page. You can click on it after you finish reading everything, but there are a couple new things added. I must warn you, however, they right now are only background work. That means that you may only catch a small glimpse of this pretty face for a split second. Or I may not even me in the shot or in focus. It's a gamble, but they are all good shows to watch in general, and if you have the time, go ahead and look for me. It's like "Where's Waldo!" only more of a "Where's Andrew!" type of thing.

I want to quickly discuss an observation about the suckiness of being a nice and decent (yet still super sexy and hot) guy. Today's examples come from this last week's background work. When on set doing background work, you are mostly put into a holding room to wait with the other background actors. Since they're long days, these are the people you will be hanging out with. Often as I've mentioned, there are some very strange people. I at least gravitate to the cool groups. I also have this great ability to end up talking and hanging out with the few (often only one or maybe two) girls (either actors or P.A.'s) who are very attractive (and clearly the most attractive on set) and have a great personality. Although, last Monday on Law and Order most everybody was pretty awesome.

Anyways, here is where the being a nice and decent guy plays in. I hang out with these girls for the day, have fun, and then we go our separate ways. Now I know how it is for these girls on sets. Guys are idiots, and are pretty aggressive and I know for a fact they are hit on most every set they go to. So, I don't want to be one of those guys, and end up not doing anything about it, despite wanting to see them again. It generally doesn't bother me too much, since I've just met them, but I kick myself a little bit when I leave for not just sucking it up and asking them out. It's harmless, right, since I'm always pretty chill about it and whatever, so if I saw them later on another set we'd be cool. But I'm just a little too shy about the actual asking out part (not so shy when actually talking with people. I don't hide my personality and it's usually pretty entertaining.) and don't want to be one of "those guys."

Damn you niceness! Damn you decentness! Love you hotness! I told you, that's the suckiness of how my mind works.

Unexpected Halloween hotness discovered

I better preface this with two quick statements. First of all, I love Halloween. And second of all, I am straight. With that in mind, please read the following thoughts about Halloween last night.

Returning home at 6pm from the Library for the Performing Arts located at Lincoln Center, I found myself on the subway. I should interject that spending time at the library is in fact a cool thing to do, even if I rarely did so in college. It's 6pm, right, and the costumes were out in half-force (not full-force, that comes later). Riding the subway with people dressed in outrageous costumes, make-up, slutting themselves up, making themselves grotesque, etc. on this one night makes all the things you normally think about people who ride on the subway come true.

After a 40 minute walk from 7th Ave. and 24th St. to 19th and 6th Ave. (which should have taken 10 minutes) through the parade route, I arrive at home. Since I am the coolest kid around, I had no plans for the rest of the evening. However, I figured since the parade is going on right near my apartment, I should go check it out and stop being lame. I also in this moment of decision decide to wear a quick costume. Luckily I have just the thing.

I threw on my reddish-pink with white floral pattern polyester disco pants that show off just the right amount of muscularity in my legs and butt, salmon-colored almost see-through button-up wide-collared shirt leaving the top few buttons undone to show a little man-chest, puka shell necklace, cowboy boots, and hot trendy brown leather jacket my mom or dad wore many a years ago. That's right people, I was stylin, and all in 5 minutes! Amazingly (or some might say sadly) I've owned these clothes since high school. (This is where the second point in the preface applies. Also, there are no pictoral records of this at the moment, but maybe in the future. I don't want any girls reading this to go crazy over it, so maybe when you all cool down.)

So I head out to the parade, which I stay out and watch for maybe an hour or so. I'm amazed at many of the costumes, and how everybody becomes an actor for a night and is so into the character they've created. That, and way too many political costumes. Oh, and nobody should be dressed as Steve Erwin. Not cool my friends. Anyways, a pretty enjoyable (yet weird) parade. (Tis was the preface point where I do mean that I love Halloween despite some of the strangeness)

What I want to point out here, both for your enjoyment and my ego, is that within 5 minutes of walking out my door, I got comments all over the place regarding the sexiness of my pants specifically but also the whole ensemble, and people came up to me and personally asked about my costume and threw out compliments (and a few blushes from some of the ladies). I of course replied to all inquiries, "I'm the best thing to happen to you tonight, baby," or "I'm you're future baby's daddy," or simply with a wink, sexy head nod, and hint of a smile. It just blows my mind how extremely hot and sexy I aperently am. Yet at the same time, I'm a very nice, sweet, humble, and honest guy. Interesting, no?

All this, with no party or date to use the powers that I possess in exuding raw hotness on. What's a superhero going to do! (Yeah that's right, I'm calling myself a superhero. The powers I possess are truly amazing. Those who know me may be like "yeah right, he's not that great!" Whilte it's tue I may be a bit shy at first, especially when it comes to say asking a cute girl out, the powers are still there, I just keep them at bay and don't let them get out of hand. With great power comes great responsibility. If it works for Superman with all of his powers, it certainly can work with my sexy powers.)