Merry DiMaggio...

A pre-Christmas Eve well-wishing is in order. So, without further adew...I wish you all a wonderful day before Christmas Eve.

Nice. So, my show "DiMaggio" closed last night. A very good audience, a wonderful cast party lasting into the wee hours in the morning, and now it's almost the Holidays. So, a day full of ballet, the gym, a little packing, and some recovery.

This next week is going to be some good rest for my body (hence the term "recovery"), which sort-of hates me at the moment. We are not on great terms with each other. A couple back muscular issues, and a hard fall I took yesterday morning on my hip and chest has left me in a bit (by "bit" I mean a very large amount) of pain to finish up our closing show and to welcom me into Christmas. Fun!

Not to fret, I will be all better upon my return to New York in January ready to kick some ass at auditions and generally be damn awesome at life. Be ready 2008, for you are about to be rocked like a baby in a cradle just after being breast fed tequilla!

Look'n good in uniform!

Working on a photo shoot for ESPN the other day, made me kind-of wish I had the chance to play lacrosse. Let me explain. The photo shoot was for a lacrosse ad of some sort, not really sure when it will come out, but I represented the Princeton team. They dressed us in full uniform, pads, helmet, and all. Pretty cool! Since I never really played football (except intermurals at college with my fraternity), I never really have been in full padding for any sports. The most contact I ever participated in was soccer, which can be pretty brutal, but is without pads (although I think that's even more badass). Putting on the shoulder pads, arm guards, gloves, and helmet just makes you feel awesome.

I think lacrosse is a great game, from what I've seen both at college and a few times on television. I would have enjoyed it. You can get pretty darn beat up, however. Since I was (and am, of course) a dancer and actor in college, there were certain sports I couldn't really justify doing. An injury and/or bruises, etc., would really be frowned upon and limit the opportunities in my field. Plus, I wasn't super physically developed (or at least worked on it in the gym and such) until after college really, when I started dancing professionally, and focus on strength and the look of my body became something I really had (and wanted) to do. Now, being stronger and more confident, I think I could really kick some ass. Probably a bit late to get involved with some things, such as lacrosse. And, it would be really irresponsible of me to put my career in jeapordy by doing such high impact sports.

So, what I took from this experience, and what you should take from this story is that I am a badass, and look frick'n sweet in lacrosse gear. Man I'm awesome!

Pricey Winter Day

As we slowly end the run of "DiMaggio" (eight performances left), I came to the realization that I have very little time before Christmas! Luckily (or not, depending on how you look at things) I'm fairly broke. So, my Christmas shopping will be light this year. My family knows that, and I'm blessed that they are supportive and understanding that my career choice is not necessarily the most lucrative.

Anyhow, I was in Paragon Sports the other day after an audition, trying to warm myself up from the grossness that we were dealing with weatherwise yesterday, with a Starbuck's and some outdoor gear browsing. I could use a couple new winter coats, since mine are dying. Also wanted to check out the skis (oh how I miss it so). Paragon is like a horrible tease for me, since I want so much, but can't afford to buy it all. I found a few nice things (just a few?), however, it seemed evertime I looked at the price tag, they would be ranging from about $600-$900. What the...? That's more than my rent (some things almost twice as much)! Well, I'll have to do some thinking on what's necessary, then go to a different store probably, maybe one that has stuff on sale...or to a thrift store of some sort...or steal stuff.

Oh, and to people I know here in New York who haven't seen my show...you suck (unless you were already planning on coming this week, then you don't suck so much since I didn't know that, but to those who are in the city and are not really thinking of coming...you do suck. Come and support me! You have 8 shows left. It's an entertaining night (I mean, whether or not you like the show itself, or musicals in general, it is fun, and I rock as always, so you can see my hotness on stage all night) and cheap theatre. Plus, you'll be supporting my career and we can get a drink afterwords. Bonus drink if you're hot, single, and...well, hot.

Show Break...

Alright, a couple days off from "DiMaggio," what to do... Well, lots! I won't bore you with my daily routine, but I must interject here that my cinnamon almond candle I have lit right now is really setting a great mood... and smell. Oh yeah, if I had a girl over, things could happen. Sadly, will just be going to bed.

Being a freelance artist, performing six shows a week for multiple weeks, really makes you start to appreciate your time off. Just a little rest and recover. And of course, classes, the gym, auditions, etc. It's not really a day off, I guess.

One quick point of interest, mostly to myself, but some may enjoy it. My new mattress is fantastic. I am sleeping so well now. Although my down comforter is doing an odd bunching thing under it's cover. Apparently that is called a duvet cover. I thought a duvet was a small couch. Big surprise, I was wrong.

I also have found the most painful yoga exercise ever. It takes a while to explain (or I just don't feel like describing it right now), but let us just say that after four days, my quads have still not completely recovered. Stupid yoga... making me stronger... and hurting me... but in a good way... okay, no more dot, dot, dots... Goodnight.

Spin Magazine

The second week of DiMaggio at the Wings Theatre has started, so back in performance mode. I love perfoming! It's what I live for. I hope we get some nice crowds coming. We perform Thursday through Monday with two show on Sunday this week (and next week).

Okay, so it's official, I went out and purchased a Spin Magazine. I'm definately featured in pages 103-106. Because of my last name I was asked to give my opinion on a bunch of products Spin was checking out in their magazine. The interview was back in November, and I sort-of forgot about it until my cousin back in Seattle was reading the magazine at the gym and saw me. So, that news quickly passed on to my grandparents to my parents and eventually me. There's a small picture of me looking semi-crazy, as well as a number of quotes with my opinions on stuff. Check it out if you can, it's entertaining. Plus, it's fairly uncensored thoughts I had on the products, which is always interesting if you know me.

Welcome December!

Welcome to my new blog!

Well, December is bringing a number of changes and happenings. First off, the musical I'm in, DiMaggio: The Man Behind the Myth, just had it's official opening, and this week starts our second week of shows. Please come if you are in or near Manhattan. Info can be found on the news section of my website.

As you can tell, this is the blog attached to my new website. I've transfered all the entries from my other blog (lampboy.net), and now this where all the writing magic happens. I hope you like the new site, and continue to follow my career and blogging.

I'm excited to get back to my writing again. So not to worry, my strange musings and thoughts will once again be available to all.

One last thing, I haven't yet seen it, but I'm pictured (a small headshot thing I think) and quoted in Spin Magazine, the December issue. You should check it out. I can't tell you exactly how cool I am in it, since I have not seen it, but just assume I'm pretty awesome (which, by the way, should always be the assumption, in anything I do).

Welcome to December people, let's get this party started!

November News

Welcome to November. There are a couple things that need mentioning here instead of a full blog.

I am now on IMDB, so you can check that out if you like. Only the one credit so far, but on my way. (link)

"Heart Attack," the short film I was in can be viewed online. It's about 10 minutes long, but it's a fun little film. (link)

My new Professional website is very close. This blog with either be linked from it or included in the site, either way I will let people know. It will go live in the next few weeks. Very exciting!

I just started rehearsals for a new off-off Broadway musical called "DiMaggio." It's with the Wings Theatre Company, located in Greenwich Village. Performances are November 29th through December 22nd, Thursdays through Mondays at 8pm, Sundays at 3:30pm (no Sunday evening performance December 2nd). More information to come. (link)

Delays and uninspired writing

I reallize that I haven't been writing as much as I used to. Or at least I should say I'm spending more time in between the blogs than the past. Oh well. Actually, there's a lot going on in my life, which is a good thing. I've been auditioning more and receiving some callbacks, as well as taking a film/TV class, working, etc., you get the point. I'm also very excited that my new website is in the works. Not sure when it'll be finished, but work on it has started. It is a more professional site about me and my career, with this blog either moving or at least a link to it. Be prepared to be wowed.

Saw a great tribute concert to Stephen Schwartz. Outstanding. All the performers were fantastic and he even got up at the end and played and sang one of his songs. Oh, and his wife came out and sang at the end. What fun.

I understand that those maybe two of you that read this (if even that) have been quite dissapointed with me, and I'm sorry. This wasn't even that good of a posting, but for now it's what you get. I promise to start being more interesting once again with my writing in the near future. Until that future, have a lovely weekend!

Never try this...

Fall is really here...boo! I like the warmth of the summer. I guess I should suck it up since it is October. So, Limeade (the opposite of lemonade) is absolutely horrible. Never try it. Why I did I cannot answer, but nonetheless I did and it was a very big mistake. Tastes way gross!

Only my opinions

Wow, don't know where that little rany came the other day. I guess it was more like a mini rant since I don't feel overly passionate about the texting subject. Honestly, I'd rather have a text conversation than no conversation at all.

Hmm, let's leave that one alone for a while. I will be auditioning a bunch this week, so wish me luck. We'll see what I can muster up here for a career. I know it's technically not summer, but the weather is still quite nice here, so enjoy the last bit of "fake summer."

Conversation issues

I have come to a realization lately concerning cell phones. No, this has nothing to do with the iPhone, which would be so sweet to have if only it was with Verizon. I can't go about switching things up when Verizon has the best cell reception in the city. Maybe not always the coolest phones, but solid service is important. Plus I don't have like $600 or more that I would like to spend on a phone. Anyways, back to my realization please.

I'm a bit fed up with text messages, I have to say. I learned about texting while spending a year studying in London. People mostly used them for meeting times, etc., and I actually really dug it. Then coming back the trend slowly started happening here, but for me not really until the least year or two.

At first I thought it was nice and east to schedule meetings, message about possible lateness, say hi without talking, etc. Now, it seems that full blown conversations are being conversed via texts. I love to write, and impose my sick sense of humor and sarcasm on paper just as much as I love to in person or in real conversations, and I try my best while texting. However, such short phrases make it quite difficult and not too enjoyable for the most part to get your meaning across. Plus, I can only take typing in and staring at my razor for so long. Very tedious.

Don't get me wrong, I think texts are great in the fact that you can say hello and trade a couple remarks quickly without actually speaking to a person if you don't wish to do that. But when does it cross the line? I love human contact, and much prefer for the most part a real conversation, either in person or over the phone. I feel that my actual personality can come across and there is no time delay as there is with texts.

Now, let this be said. While I do have my issues with texting an entire conversation (do you really not want to talk to me that badly?), I will say that my way with words is quite superior to the normal man, and I do enjoy it when someone can keep up and challenge my humor, and texting does allow a few extra minutes to formulate responses that a phone or in person conversation can't. And I do enjoy that. With all that said, there still should be a cut off time where the conversation transitions into a phone conversation, either during this text exchange or later, as I do understand that many people text while at work or busy. But please, people, now while you both can actually talk over the phone. Not cool...not cool.

Epic Update Fun

I have a few things to get off my chest, and I do not mean the hair that grows upon it... at least at this moment. I have noticed that when you walk down the street and instead of zoning out listening to your ipod or simply focusing on whatever it is you focus on that gives you that glazed over look or determination and simply smile at people and give a little look in the eyes (the eyes on the head not on the chest), you get a nice little smile back many a time and a lovely little moment albeit brief. It is my new test, although I must admit to not fully trying this out. And it doesn't need to just encompass walking, it should be anytime and anyplace there can be an interaction. I am starting to test this out and any girl I find cute no matter where I am. Not that I have the courage or cojones to actually speak to anyone, especially on the street, but just to see what happens. I'll give more thoughts on this when I really put this plan into action, but it's kind-of fun.

Honestly, I don't really have too many things of importance to "get off my chest" at this moment in time. It seems that everytime I sit down to write my mind does not remember what I thought was so important to put out there. Maybe I should write down little notes or sorts. Um, the Emmy's were on the other night, I hope you watched them. I thought the whole theatre in the round thing was a bit odd, but whatever. I guess they need to "shake it up" a bit. I should say I watched it mostly on mute since I was on the phone most of the time, but I get bored watching award shows after a while. Nobody gives really funny speeches or anything anymore. That's a shame. We all know you are thanking your manager, agent, family, kids, cast, crew, directors, etc., etc. Why not think the other people. Like the girl at Starbuck's who always gives you your coffee just how you like it. She deserves a thank you. What about thanking the other shows for sucking just a little bit more than yours so that you could stand there a winner? That works. Everybody thanks God, but nobody thanks the Devil. Not that I condone the last one, but still, nobody does it. I haven't seen anyone try and simply list every single person that has got them to that point in their life as fast as they could until they are cut off, that would be new. So would standing up there and not saying a single thing until it was so uncomfortable that they just ran the music and moved on. That's right. Pretty much, when I win my Oscar, nobody knows what I might do. It'll be awesome.

I've become fond enough of the weather that I'm not looking forward to this cool breeze, even though it's a bit more like the northwest right now. The slightly cooling effect is not so fun when all I can think about is how much the winter will suck. I bet Africa's hot.

Okay, so between the hours of 5pm and 7:30pm at my gym, the hot women come out in herds. Mostly to take some of the classes or do ab workouts. Neither of which I am complaining about. Oh, and to use the cardio machines. Yeah, it's so freaking busy that I try to not work out then, but there have lately been a few reasons to keep me going at that specific hectic time. Let me just say that there is a cardio class that involves everyone on trampolines. That's right, whoever thought up that class is a genious. I haven't done an aerobics class for a long time, but am thinking of trying one out. The only downside to these classes and the girls who work out during this trendy and busy time is that for the most part, they all wear short shorts, spankex leggings, tank tops, etc. You'd think this a good thing, which for the most part is, however some (at least 70%) should maybe think about wearing something less... uh... tight and more flattering...? Not sure how to word that without getting hatemail. But please, those who look good (and you know who you are) in the tight and revealing workout wear, please keep wearing it and also come and talk to me. I'm very knowledgable about working out and will help you with your stretches.

Alright, the epicness of this entry is now coming to a close. I seem to have no regular writing schedule, hence this epic masterpiece of thoughts. This entry is high in epicocity, since I am a great epicurian god. Okay, I'm done.

Oops, got hitched...

Before the news spreads, let it be heard here first (or second for many of you). I did in fact get married yesterday. My bride was super hot and we had out pictures taken in Central Park. We saw Ashton Kutcher and Cameron Diaz running around near us. It was perfect.

True that I did not meet my bride until the day of the wedding, and sadly, ours ended in divorce after about 2 hours. It is said that if you can stand me for more than 2 hours in a row then you know I'm a keeper. Not sure who said it, but it seems true in this instance.

Okay, so the film was called "What Happens in Vegas..." We were a happy married couple in the park getting our pictures taken. That is all. It is brief, and no lines or anything of course, hopefully it makes it in the film. It was a beautiful day in the park. Although, and I do feel for the girl, Lauren, who was my 2 hour bride. That dress must have been outrageously hot with so many layers. I'm guessing this since she said it a couple of times and also mentioned feeling faint since we were out in the sun for quite some time. And, to all guys who've worn tuxes before in the sun... they are so freak'n hot!!

Okay, moving on. I'd like to mention quickly that I (along with much of my family (especially my sister, but that's another story all together)) make up words every once in a while. It happens, and is completely acceptable in life. If the words we have in the english dictionary just don't convey what you're trying to say, limit you in fact, then I am all for making up a new word or a new form of a word.

So, without further adew, the most recent offense (or brilliance, if you will).

Specificized - the act of having been so specific that at the precise moment of specification you were actually specificizing the idea both in your head and aloud.

(i.e. "Wow, I can't be any more clear to you than that. We've gone over the specification of the process of filling the field at Yankee Stadium completely with hot topless women over 300 times. Furthermore, I have just specificized the precise amount of whip cream needed to completely cover their naked breasts, and gone so far as to draw up pie charts and break it down by cup size."

And there you have it.

Oh yes, forgot to mention. If you ever go to Central Park in the summers, check out the roller skating area that is set up. It's like a show of strangeness. It is run by some skating organization and has a dj spinning seventies-ish songs while skaters skate around mostly on the old school skates. They are dancing, doing tricks, etc. And, most of them dress and look like they're from the seventies. It rocks. You can literally watch them for hours. Really. It's like you're in another world. It's sick!!

Oh, and in the next week or so, pictures from my summer. Oooh, let the hotness be anticipated...

Boring recap...sorry

I just wanted to give you a quick update on things. Mostly, I don't feel like writing, but 8 days have gone by and I woud like to be somewhat consistent. So, the neck is feeling better from my waterski crash. That's good. Sent out some resumes and headshots, hoping for work this fall (please!). That was productive. Have not been in the gym, so the body is like the step below Adonis's right at the moment. Worked on a set of an upcoming television show a couple days ago. That was good, however I had to stand outside in the direct sun and heat in a black suit for most of the day. That was less fun. Saw the Mets win over the Dodgers last weekend. That was fun. Met Mr. Met's (the mascot). He's in a baseball uniform with a giant baseball head. How creative...! Come on Mets, you can do better than that. Although, I like supporting the New York teams (mostly the Yankees) since I can't really ever watch the Mariners, which is where my true heart lies.

That's all. Until next time, maybe some creative juices will flow a bit better and you will be entertained a little more.

Hobling back

I seem to have a travel hangover. You know, the kind that doesn't involve alcohol, but just a long night of traveling in the the next day. Yeah, the red-eye was taken to get me back from Seattle to New York. And what fun that was. I slept pretty much the entire time in the most uncomfortable positions you can imagine. But I did sleep. My welcome party was somehow non-existent, the only welcom I had was a chilly breeze (for real, this is summer... come on!), and rain. Plus a long wait in baggage claim and a long taxi line. Sweet! But I made it, returned some emails, and am trying to recover. I'll sleep well tonight at least.

Let me also boast a little bit about my last day. I believe I already mentioned the beautiful singing from my sister and our friend David, as well as his concert that evening. Let us move on to the next day. 5:30am, mom and Kathryn leave for Texas. I of course wake up to say goodbye. Immediately I go back to sleep. 10am, pancake breakfast with dad (homemade of course... we rock!). Rainy and foggy, the fog lifts, we see on a Lake Washington webcam that it is glass flat. Oh yes, we took the boat out. Not cold, but a little wet at times. Water seriously was so sweetly flat. I had one of the greatest runs in a long time, that is until I fell. Oh, I ate it big time! Dad said it was about 7-8 out of 10. Definately cartweeled over the water and slammed my head and neck into the water (slightly straining or at least injuring my head and neck). Worth it for those sweet cuts.

Yup, then a quick shower to meet Keving for golfing at Jackson. Rained a little bit, but we had a great time. Had a few nice drives a few good shots, two fantastic puts, and about 100 or so crappy shots. But, we had fun. I exaggerate my badness, I'm not great, but not too sucky. Sucky enough to not be too good, though.

Ending with a little Spiro's Pizza action, where it never fails that I will see someone I know, most likely from high school. Then the plane ride, thus ending my vacation.

Back to New York. Back to my career. Back to my apartment. Back to life I guess.

Oh, and pictures will be in the gallery in the next couple of days. Be ready for golf and waterskiing hotness, and just some other random sexy moments.

One last musical day

Congratulations to my sister and David Hendrix on a beautiful singing experience this morning and evening. The duet at church this morning was quite lovely, and my sister learned an important lesson about having your music organized in it's folder before the song starts. No lyrics were wrong, but she was fumbling a bit during the intro. A little stressfull... it happens.

And a big congratulations to David Hendrix for a fantastic concert tonight. He organized and conducted a full choir concert. Awesome, he should be so proud (as should his parents and brothers).

I hate to see this trip come to an end. It has been most eventful yet very relaxing at the same time. The new house is working out nicely (pictures to come), and getting out of the city has been great. Sadly, I will be returning to New York tomorrow night on the overnight flight (which I despise, but have to endure this time). It's sad, yet on the other hand, I'm really excited to get this fall started and hopefully get some great career opportunities. I say I'm ready for the fall, but I don't really want the summer to end. I love the hotness (not the humid and massive hottnes) and beach and all that the summer brings.

So, here's to one last day in the northwest until I return.

Home sweet home

Hello from Shoreline! Yes, I am writing to you from the great city of the shore. Twice have I waterskiied. Once have a golfed. Much have I eaten.

It has been quite the busy little time here. Busy, yet relaxing. We've taken our boat out twice, had some great water one of the days, and pretty darn decent the other. Weather has been great, sunny and warm. I have skied pretty darn hard and of course I rock.

Yesterday was the FOS-SEA Golf Tournament at Port Ludlow. Let us just say that my golf game is not going as well as I would have liked. There were a number of nice shots, but an equal or greater number of not-so-great shots. Not sure I want to divuldge my score, but in all fairness, 117 is pretty damn good for golfing approximately 3 times a year, a thank you very much. And, I must say that my brother beat me and is a better golfer. I don't admit much that I am not good at, and even less that my brother outranks me in, so here it is in writing.

Sorry to those who I know that live here. Things are pretty busy as it is that I am leaving on Monday. Next visit we will most definately get together. Pictures of my hotness on the golf course (I at least make the sport LOOK good) and in the boat will be posted later. And yes, some of them are shirtless (not the golf pictures), so be ready to swoon ladies.

TIme for a little bed. I am quite relaxed and exhauseted after a day full of boating, waterskiing, lunch at the Anthony's Beach Cafe (where my sister works) with friends, a massage (quite the painfull yet benificial experience... man am I tight), and home-made dinner (chicken tetrazini) with my sister's boyfriend and his dad. Plus we're getting up early for another trip down watersking lane (aka, waterskiing in the morning).

Greek-like Golfing Skills

Went to the driving range this morning to hit some balls. I have to say, I am TOTALLY PREPARED for the tournament on Thursday (please not sarcasm in capital letters). But, being that I'm awesome at everything in life, I will not admit to sucking, even though there's a very high possibility that suckage will happen. Now to pack for my trip to Seattle.

One more thing of note here. I am not going say anything definate, but there is some definate pre-abbage coming through. What is "pre-abbage" you might ask? Well, it is the state of abbs that comes before a six-pack. That's right, my six-pack abbocity is coming soon to a beach or shirtless occasion near you. If I keep up my yoga, gym work, and dance classes, soon I will be the equivilent of a Greek god. Please, hold your applause. Like I said before, it is not quite there yet, but approaching. This, of course, does not mean that before now I was not the equivilent of a Greek god like I may have mentioned in passing in the past. That was still true. Let's just say I am enhancing my Greek godliness, or switching to a more sexed up (i.e. physically ripped) god of Greek stature.

Okay, really, I have to get things together for my plane excursion this afternoon. For the next week I will write from Shoreline, WA. I have no doubt that something exhilerating will be waiting for me that you will want to hear. Until then, be good.

Summer fun with water...or not

So, as I faired the flooding from our rainstorm a couple days ago just fine here in my apartment, aparently my storage unit over by the West Side Highway did not. Yeah, got a call from the storage place saying I better come check if there was any damage. There was.

I spent the better part of yesterday taking pictures (will put a few here soon) and looking through my stuff to see what was ruined and what needed to be done (i.e. filling out insurance claim forms, throwing out stuff, etc.). I also moved to a second floor unit so this won't happen again... cross my fingers flood water can't reach the second floor. Things that got wet were in the boxes touching the floor, everything else was fine. However, two of my biggest and heaviest boxes were on the bottom (for obvious reasons... they're big and heavy) that contained stuff that was really unfortunate to lose or deal with.

35 books had to be thrown out, completely unusable and still wet. Adding that up, it totals $588 face value. Ouch! Some other little things got wet and I threw out, but nothing really valueable. But, all my winter coats were wet and gross and I had to take them all over to get dry cleaned. I'm just hoping they're all right, because a couple of them are very nice. That's $112! Yeah, Manhattan prices suck, although I don't really know how that compares to other places. I am crossing my fingers that the insurance I had from the storage place will see eye to eye with me here and reimburse me. Stupid rain!

Let's see. Going to visit home on Tuesday for a week. Definately excited to get away from the city and enjoy a little relaxation, golf, and waterskiing. Go see The Bourne Ultimatum. It rocks so hard it's not even funny. It's like a swift kick to the nuts, but in a good way. Actually, hard to believe I know, but it's actually more fun then a boot to the balls.

Beach wrongness

Okay, so a few of the headshots have been sent out. Cross you fingers for me! By "cross your fingers" I of course mean think nothing but well wishes for me, or at least not let me leave your mind at all... ever. That means, you should be constantly thinking of me, which is hard to do normally, I know, since I infuse your minde with my goodness. If you are up to the task, or already pursuing the task, then think away. Oh, and please in your thinking keep me partially clothed (and partially can mean whatever you like).

I was enjoying the second half of my Saturday after yoga at Coney Island. A little spur of the moment decision to take in some beach action. Let me just make this comment. Coney Island is the wrong beach to see a multitude of hot girls (or guys for that matter, let us just say hotness in general). I noticed three... count them, THREE girls worth noticing. (Notice the term "noticing" rather then staring at, oogling, underessing with my eyes). Furthermore, while I myself own a speedo, it should not be worn on the beach unless you are in some small beach in Europe, for example the French Riviera. A small comment on my bathing attire, which normally is board shorts, thank you very much, the speedo is only used in lap swim sessions at my gym. I was on a swim team, so no more should be said, except that it is not worn in public... and even if it was, I can totally pull it off, it's just that much less clothing that you have to undress me with when you look at me.

Moving on from that lovely topic, except I'm going to go back a step for just a moment. Speedo's are one thing, but when a dude is wearing one and it has a bikini-cut back (or similar, terminology is probably not correct on my part), it's just unfortunate for all parties involved.

Ending the evening, I took a nice barefoot (carefully, of course) run on the beach and generally relaxed for a while. Also enjoyed one of the famous Nathan's Hot Dogs, which I've never done before and I figured I better while I'm thinking of it. It's just one of those things you should do in life.

Two last things of importance. First, a short film I worked on a few weeks ago had a private showing at the New York Film Academy yesterday morning. It was a great little film, I was awesome, albeit brief (not underwear, move on from the previous part of the conversation). Secondly, I will be coming back to the great city of Shoreline, WA on Tuesday evening the 14th of August until the following Monday evening the 20th of August. Those in the area feel free to give me a ring. The only plans I have aside from relaxing and taking a quick break from the big city are that I will be taking our boat out and waterskiing a couple times, playing in the FOS-SEA Golf Tournament with my brother and dad, and seeing my sister sing at a choir concert. Other then that I will be kick'n it in our new house.

H.A.S.H.

Hot and Sexy Headshots have arrived! Be excited. I'm sorry if you become overwhelmed by your attraction to me.

Storm's A Comin'

It's the calm before the storm people. The storm of hotness that is! Oh yes, headshots have been taken, decided upon, currently being retouched (although we all know that's a joke, they're probably just taking it down a notch so that I look a bit more "normal" (the term normal meaning still sexier than most) and not so perferct so that people don't think it's not real), then printed up and by Monday or Tuesday the hard copies will be in hand ready to be sent out and fame to follow. Over the weekend, however, since I'll have the files, they might appear online... we'll see.

That's the biggest and baddest news so far. Only a couple more things of note that deserve a bit of mention. I'm not going to say any details or really go on about it, but I finished Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows a couple nights ago after rereading Book 6 to get into the 7th. Oh man... unbelievable! I can't believe that a book can affect me so much. A very emotional read that required a bit of decompressing afterwords. The Harry Potter series is by far my favorite books of all time, and I don't even have the words to express my feelings towards the end of the series.

I should also mention here that (although it's not pictured yet, but will be posted at some point) my phone... a razor, if you remember from a past blogging... has gotten sweeter and sexier. Oh yes, a silver case has enwrapped itself upon it making it look fairly futuristic and supremely sexy. A sexy phone for a sexy man.

Lastly, Casablanca is one of the greatest movies of all time, and I now do not work for the fine company known as Abercrombie and Fitch. It was time to move on to bigger and better things. I am saddened that I will no longer be able to be paid to stand around and show off my hottness while at the same time being surrounded by hot models. No tears... only memories... I'm sure I will find myself in similar situations with equally as hot models in the near future.

A moment of silence out of respect for hot models if you will...

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...and for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows...

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...thank you.

Something about Harry

I just have to mention casually in passing, how unbelievably excited about the final Harry Potter book coming out at midnight tonight. Granted, I'm not so hardcore that I'm going to wait in line tonight or anything, nor will I dress up as one of the characters, but I will get up early tomorrow and pick up my copy (already reserved at Barnes and Nobles of course) and spend the greater part of the day devouring the book. The I will be quite depressed that the series is finally over no matter how it ends on the page.

Oh, and by the way, check out the movie. God I'm a Harry Potter dork. Yeah, well whatever. It all rocks!

I am in the early processes of working with someone to design a personal professional website for myself, that will of course have a link to this page (my blog). So, once that is ready I will be redesigning this page to match. You will be amazed I certainly hope. I have been compiling modeling pictures and some videos to be edited to market and generally show myself off to the industry and everyone else.

I have also come to the conclusion after many tastes of various types of water, that Fiji is by far the best. Hands down it is the best tasting. I'm hoping they will sponsor me in life eventually.

Speaking of sponsors, I am working on getting companies (or people I guess) to sponsor me in life. As a gain notice and increase my celebrity status (right now it is not so high), I have no problem in subtly advertising for various companies. Let me explain. I won't be wearing, like, advertisements, but the clothes I do wear and end up pictured in will serve as an advertisement. When the tabloids get a random picture of me running to the grocery store, I could be dressed in a Polo Rugby shirt and Seven Jeans drinking a Fiji water. Now, it may not register to you that I am advertising anything, but by the fact that I look outrageously hot in my ensemble, the reader (or viewer, as it may be since we are speaking of pictures) will be inclined to visit a Polo store and a jeans store to find the hot articles I was wearing, thus driving up sales and profits for the companies I am wearing (and sponsored by). See... it totally will work!

Same thing goes for individuals, but that's more like you'd be willing to sponsor and help me out with things, money, services, etc., in return for being taken in as one of my crew to hang out and generally hang and party and be a part of my world (also probably getting in pictures, very important for you I'm sure).

There are still more details to work out on all of this, so don't go judging me on this subject quite yet.

Web series worth watching

A quick note of interest. I've been watching a web series called Clark and Michael. It is supremely funny. If you liked Arrested Development, then you'll like this. Michael Cera, who played George-Michael Bluth on the series is one of the two actors in this series. They are a series of 8 to 10 minute episodes. Do yourself a favor and check them out here.

Pieces of your brain all over the floor

Oh yes, to show you the fantasticness of my social life, instead of partying and generally being occupied on a Saturday night, I am writing on my blog. I like to think of it as dedication, if you will ...oh, and I will. However, it should be pointed out that this is somewhat of an anomaly, as I don't want you to think I'm lame or a loser. Quite the contrary, I am taking a leap of faith in you all to believe in the facade that I am possibly (or possibly not, since it could very well be a genuiness) putting on leading you to believe that I am sacrificing my social life for my writing when we all know I am the coolest thing to happen to July. If you followed that, more power to you, since I do not intend to try and edit it to make it more understandable.

Speaking of July, it should be mentioned that I am Mr. July (or at least the son of Mr. July this month as my picture is not the main picture, but a smaller one in the corner) this month on the Lois Greenfield calendar, Breaking Bounds. I shouldn't have to remind any of you since you should have purchased it back in December when I mentioned it, but I will forgive you. It is a shot of my dancing, and a hot one at that. I am looking all fierce and shit. You know, so normal for me. For those of you which did not buy it nor have any intention of buying or looking at it, I will not give you the satisfaction of a description. You lose!

I am in the midst of preparing for some awesomeness known as headshots. They will be taken tomorrow (weather permitting) and they will be hot. Be prepared to see some hot pictures in the next couple weeks.

Now, let me tell you a short story about Guiding Light. Oh yes, I worked on it. Now, don't go getting any delusions of grandeour on me. It was background work. I am fighting to break into the next level, hopefully the above mentioned headshots will help get me in a few more doors so my "hotness in person" can be seen, felt, and experienced. I digress. I arrive on set at 11am. Note this time. At 4pm I made it to set. So, the hours in between were spent reading and eating my lunch in my own private dressing room. That's right people, MY dressing room. I guess I should say that I was borrowing it for the day from someone more important, but for the day, it was MINE. Okay.

On set, during all the scenes (probably like 6 of them) I basically had two objectives. 1) Sit at this little cafe counter and eat an ice cream sunday. A tough task, with no actual pretend acting required since it was real ice cream and everything. 2) Flirt with the hot waitress.

Yes, a tough day indeed. And I was paid for it, which makes it better. Yes, to all of you who sit at offices or whatever, my job for the day was to sit and eat ice cream while flirting with a hot (and very sweet girl) actress all the while appearing (briefly and not int he foreground, however) on television on a show that has been around for 70 years. Yes, I know ...I have it rough.

I thought you would enjoy that little story. When the episode is on you might ask? I don't actually know, but if I find out I will alert the masses.

Two things more. First, I am still an employee at Abercrombie. What?! you might ask. To that I reply ...um ...I haven't been ther for like 2 months. Yet I still work there ...awesome.

Second, and this is some pretty sweetly exciting stuff that will make it necessary to change your pants after reading it and doing a "reader's double-take" where you have to read it again just to get the full effect ...like if you saw a supremely hot girl/guy (or me) walking past you and you needed that double-take just to comprehend the hotness that passed you by. Ready for it ...here it comes ...and again, I apologize if your mind is blown by this. http://www.ufojeans.com/ Oh, you can see some of my fine modeling work there. Cheers, and clean up your brain chunks and blood spatters from the whole I just blew through you mind. Take it ...that's right ...you like it ...you know you do ...whew ...alrighty then.

Here you all go...finally...huh!

Wow, I sure am overdue for some fantastic writing! So, here you go.

Let's see...hmm...working a lot...yeah!...met Eddie Murphy (well, by met I mean stood near) and also worked with America Farera (and by worked with, I mean stood next to in a scene...but she did speak to me in the scene...that's pretty big I guess...oh, and she's really cool). So, when Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 comes out, I will be in it for a moment (assuming they don't cut me out). Also, Enchanted is coming to theatres, and I worked on that a while back. There's a chance you could see me in the ballroom, but I'll probably have to see it first myself to see if you can see me at all. What a fantastical life as a celebrity I lead.

Speaking of celebrities...I had a moment in the dinner line on the Sisterhood set with the oh so hot Blake Lively. And I'm not making shit up just to impress everyone (well, I am trying to impress, but not making it up). It was an acutal moment. Speaking was involved. Oh, and it can be varified by some of my friends on set...so there. Okay...this is how it went down, if you will.

After the cast and crew went through the dinner line, it was background's turn. As I put some salad and what not on, passed on something I wasn't quite sure what it was, I arrive at the chicken. That is when Blake politely asks if she could squeeze in. Who was I to deny her (and her little doggy which looked like a small stuffed animal, but was very cute)?! So I said, "of course." THEN...she proceeded to ask if I could see any breasts. I held back all of my natural instincts to comment, and simply tried to help her find one. She succeeded in finding what she was looking for, we spoke a few more phrases, and the went back to her trailer...okay, so she left for the cool table with the cast, and that was it. I'm pretty sure she looked deep into my eyes and simply couldn't handle it. It happens, what can I say.

Update on the couch...it rocks very much. I'm living large here...so to speak. Oh, and I realized I didn't mention this so many people. I am truly technologically phoned in. Oh yes people...I have a razor. Verizon ponied up and gave me one when my other phone died for the second time and they didn't have the model in the store or wharehouse and were forced to give me a razor. Suck that Verizon! Suck on that everyone else! I am moving up on the scale of technology. I mean...it's not iPhone or anything...but that's just how I'm rolling!

Okay, enough mindless banter. Peace to all!

Couchtastic!

Oh yes people...(pics coming soon)...I have a couch! Plus...it was free! Now it is in my room making my small apartment a palace of sorts. Combine that with the lamp next to it and you have a whole living room of sorts. Big news! That is all I have the energy to report for the moment. Lots have happened, but I don't want to take away from the couch news. Now that the couchness of my room has been improved, ladies...please feel free to drop by. Peace out!...or shall I say...Couch out bro!

Father's Day Love

Happy Father's Day! I hope everybody showed some love to their dad's. Mine rocks, just so you know, and could totally take yours. But don't start anything here, since I don't want my dad calling me up telling me that some dude showed up at our doorstep ready to rumble with him on my account. That wouldn't go over so well...for everyone involved...mostly me. So again...Happy Father's Day Dad!

Such a Rad Idea

I am starting the beginning processes of bringing back a few words that have left everyday use for quite some time now. Oh yes, when you start hearing people use these words in everyday speech, you will be both shocked and excited, and you will know I have done something majorly sweet. The entire list of words I will be bringing back is not decided. Here is a quick preview of a few of them.

1. Rad (this one I have already implemented)
2. Righteous
3. Bodacious
4. Cowabunga (this one will take some work...thank you Ninja Turtles for making my life harder)
-this is a partial list only

That is a quick preview. Some are clearly harder than others, and none are particularly easy. Wish me luck on this. And remember, next time you are walking down the street and you hear some guy checking out some girl and he says to his bro, "Dude, check out that bodacious chick down the street. She's smokin hot!" and he replies "Righteous!" You will first obviously check out the girl , then you will think of me and how I have influenced the world you live in one more time. It is my little way of being close to everyone I know and don't know. Cowabunga!

A little previewed heads up

Just a heads up for people, I will be adding some photos to my gallery later this week. They will blow your mind, body, and soul. Mostly some pictures out on Lake Washington of me waterskiing and what not, but that's what you'll be getting. Thought I'd put that little preview out there. Other then that it's just generaly awesomeness. News worth noting...at least for those following the remodeling and general reshaping the world I live in...also known as my "apartment" (which always gets quotes by the way). Four items will be introduced into my pad. Two la-z-boy recliners (pending), a ladder so there is less of a trecherous climb into my bed (right now it consists of a sketchy chair, putting a leg onto the refrigerator, proceeding to carefully press on the bed while simultaniously shifting yourself so you can get a leg a little higher on an upper level of my shelving system pressing yourself up onto the bed while watching out that you don't hit the sprinkler and pipe - which hurts a bunch!...it's fantasmical). Oh, and finally a lamp. That's right, I'm getting some actual light into my place other than florescent! Whew, that was an amazingly confusing little posting. If you are confused by my "getting into bed" story, don't worry, maybe I'll post some pictures of that process, although that could be touch since I live alone and...well...it's probably just not a good idea. But, when my room is complete, pictures will come and you can then figure it all out for yourself.

And that's all she (he in this case, as there should be no gender confusion) wrote!

Wonder of Wonders

I'd like to send a quick thank you to *nobody* for showing up to my dance show last night. Actually, to be fair, I don't really mind. I was the one who's at fault here spreading the word of mouth the night before or day of. And, I just did the one piece (although I nailed it...of course).

Thanks to Mark for organizing it and for a great time dancing in the piece with me. Turned out to be a great show. And, after staying up way too late, I'm off to rock a photo shoot (assuming it doesn't rain) this afternoon. Maybe shouldn't have stayed up too late or drank that extra glass of wine. Hmm...I'm young...I'll bounce back...and be sexier than ever...!

I have other news and thoughts, but I'm not going to tell them to anyone. They are mine to keep and yours not to know. Well...that's a lie. And that's a lie about that being a lie. Ahh yes...how my mind works will always be a mystery. One might say it could be the 21st Wonder of the World. 21st you ask? Well, let's be fair. I'm sure there are a good number of other "Wonders" that would be more "Wonderous" than my "Wonder." I mean, on a scale of "Wonderocity," my "Wonder" has only a certain amount of "Wonderousness" that even justifies it as being in a state of "Wonderment." So, conclusion: Andrew's mind and thinking process...Wonder #21.

A Dancing Weekend

Okay, so along with the actors mentioned the other day, I also met Ernie Banks. He played shortstop for the Chicago Cubs from 1953-1971. He is the coolest and sweetest guy ever. He talks to everyone and is really inquisitive, funny, and nice. His smile is very contageous. That was such a treat. So, now my exhaustion from those long days are over. Onto my next adventure.

One in particular I would like to mention here. I am dancing in a show that my friend Mark is putting on at his house in Brooklyn, which has a perfomance space in it (trust me, a big space). There are five pieces being dance, modern dance mostly, and then it will be a party afterwords. A very cool DJ I've been told will be up on the roof which has been decked out and ready to rock, so lots of dancing and hanging out. And, like always, you will be hanging with me (assuming you're cool, and all hotness rules apply as mentioned multiple times in other postings).

Sorry it's late notice, but I'd love if people come. Here's the info...

Grand Space House Party



ON JUNE 9TH GRAND SPACE HOSTS
A ROOF TOP DANCE PARTY
THE PARTY STARTS AT
9 P.M. AND GOES TIL 3-4 A.M.
PRODUCED BY MARK TAYLOR

Last time we had belly dancers and this time we will have a series of duets performed by professional ballet and modern dancers. The doors will open at 9 p.m., and the performance of duets will start promptly at 9:30 p.m. on the second floor. Then everyone can dance on the roof in the lush garden. The roof will be pumping to DJ Mikio andHHaj of Freek Factory.

*There are 2 ways to get in. One is by paying $10 and the other is by donating a tree that will be planted in our community gardens as well as our own. So bring a TREE and get in for free!!!

*Directions are on www.GrandSpace.com.

*The party is BYOB and we will have ice chests on the roof. There is a liquor warehouse on the corner that is open til midnight.

Oh yeah, I'm a priest in the dance. Come and get your sins forgiven...or at least see a super hot priest dance in front of you, and let that image haunt your dreams forever.

Short and Sweetness

Short and Sweet. Mostly due to the fact that I've had like 3 hours of sleep in the last three days. I've been working background (I know...glamerous, right) on a film entitled Diminished Capacity, directed by Terry Kinney. Here's the actual cool part. I've been on set with Matthew Broderick, Virginia Madsen, Alan Alda, Bobby Cannavale (briefly), and Jimmy Bennett (who is really funny). Pretty cool, huh! Oh, and the sleep part is also due to the fact that I've been rehearsing a dance piece with a friend of mine that we are performing this Saturday night in Brooklyn. More details on that tomorrow. I'd love people to come. The piece is way cool, and then there's drinks, dancing, and generaly hanging out with me (which is the big seller). It's a good chance to see me do a little dancing and just see me. Oh, and I'll be dancing as a priest in a priest costume. Definately awesome. Okay, sleep is much needed so I can rock out on set and in rehearsals tomorrow. Nighty night, and bless you child (just preparing for Saturday night)!

A feeble attempt to amuse and blow your mind

"Strange, when I offered myself to her she showed a little reluctance." A phrase you will never hear me say...hopefully. I was just listening to "Sweeney Todd," hence the reference. Some people think that when you put your iTunes on random, it can tell your future. Or at least a little about your personality. Not sure what my song selection means. "Sweet Caroline" the radio dance mix is on now. Hmm...I don't think I believe those iTunes Philosophers...iTunians, if you will.

On a different note, tomorrow is farewell to my old house. We close tomorrow on the real estate deal or whatever, officially. I figure it's worth mentioning. Good times...good times.

Check this out, "2/3 of a Promotion is Motion." Oh yeah. Did I just blow your mind? I think I just did.

You know what else will blow your mind? ...Me...!

Just had to throw that in there, don't really know what it means, but pretty sure it's true.

Clearly I have nothing of importance to write about right at the moment. Well, I guess that's not true, because we all know that whatever I say and do (or write) is clearly momunentally important on a gigantuan scale of importance. So I will endeavor to entertain you even if only briefly. Without further adew...I will attempt to juggle 3 plastic knives and a shaving razor whilst wearing only A&F boxer briefs, Ugg boots, a single leg warmer, and a cowboy hat that I have lit on fire, while at the same time in between catches of the knives proceed to shave "Andrew is Awesome" into my chest hair. To make it harder I will also duct tape my eyes closed. Picturing this should inevitably amuse you, as I do not own or have access at this very moment to a video camera to show you my attempts. The assumption should be that I succeeded...of course.

Enjoy that lovely picture.

Back to the NY Experience

Well, it's back in New York City. Not sure how I feel about that, since I had a blast in Shoreline, but here I am none the less. Haven't really settled in since I had a photo shoot all day today, which was a blast. More on that another time, let us leave it that I nailed it. Obviously I was sexy in all the photos and I'm sure they wow the world when they are edited and what not.

I must also say that I rocked the waterski world a couple days ago on Lake Washington. Oh yes, perfect conditions, beautiful day, awesome skiing. Then a little gym action (obviously preparatory for photo day), and off to the golf course for a little bit of sucking golf style. Oh yes, not my finest. I freely mention that. I must also go back a step and say that since the Suburban was quickly and abrubtly put out of commission, my sister's Explorer (previous owner: me) hauled the boat well.

Quick shout out to Shoreline and my peeps there. Quick apology for those that were not able to be blessed by my presence.

Exhaustion is overwhelming me just a little bit, so I will end your "reading experience" (one might say your "reading extravaganza," or "reading spectacular," or...well, you get the point) here. For your benifit, I have also included "unnecessary quotation marks" on the first "reading experience" phrase. I feel it "adds" to the "experience" that you are "experiencing." Please "experience" your "experience" in a uniquely "experiencial" way "experiencially."

Shoreline Fun and Sun?!

Alright, a little glimpse into my mini vaca to Shoreline. I'm not going to list all the things I have done or whatever, that seems boring. Let us just say that I have rocked the golf courses a couple times (clearly, if you know me, by "rock" I mean "respectfully suck only a little bit, while at the same time being respectable, while also at the same time looking good doing it"). Also, we've taken the boat out a couple times and I rocked the skiing (and by "rocked" I mean "tore it apart...rocked"). Yeah, I'm awesome at skiing. And ladies, you all know what they say about waterskiers...

For the public record...my brother is a very good golfer and definately beat me. It just has to be said publicly.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury. I have found a great pair of linen pants. They are from H&M down the street from me in Manhattan. Oh yes, they are my new "butt pants." Yes, my ass looks very fine in them. So, please do not attack me like in the Axe Body Spray commercials. Well...on second thought...go ahead. As always, hotness rules and regulations apply. Since there may be confusion on these rules and regulations regarding hotness, I will be writing a handbook on this very subject in the future. If you have any doubt, it is probably a safe bet that you are not hot.

I'm not sure I mentioned it before, but my parents have sold our house. That is one reasone I'm home at this point in the summer. To say goodbye to our house. Also, to help move some stuff over to the rental house, see the family, get some waterskiing and golf in, and take a small break from New York City. Oh, we are naming our rental house, since we don't thank we can call it "home" for a little while, and don't want to call it the "rental." Currently under consideration is my name I just threw out there..."Hector" or "Hector's Homestead" or possibly "La Casa de Awesome." Not sure yet...still thinking about it.

That is the news for those that care. For those that don't, I don't really care about you. I have a few more days here in the Pacific Northwest, I let you know how those are going. Until then, enjoy the nice weather...assuming you are having nice weather. Again, as it is indeed nice out, I must put out this warning and notice again. I do not attack you if you are wearing your sports bra running, or if you are wearing a sexy skirt, or if you are wearing a bikini (as you should be all the time when I'm around), so please do not maul or be overly agressive in the groping, grabbing, feeling, or any such thing. It is common curtesy. I know you can't stand it, especaily knowing I have my new linen "ass pants"...but try.

Good day to you, boys and girls

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Mostly girls, however

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But I guess everyone else also

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I guess...

Amazingly Fantastical News Update (maybe not so much)

Amazingly fantastical news...my apartment (this is the term we will use for the moment) got a complete overhaul. It is not quite complete, but approximately half my belongings now reside in a storage unit and my apartment is livable. I'm hoping on a lamp and couch (we use the term couch loosely as well) to complete the ensemble. It's almost time for a little get together (as with most terms used in this paragraph, what is meant by get together should be taken more along the lines of another person (singular) can probably enjoy themselves alongside me in my apartment, watching a movie or something).

In other big news, but probably bigger, I booked a photo shoot the other day shooting in June. That's pretty huge and exciting.

For those that do not know, I'll be in Seattle (Shoreline, specifically) next Tuesday, May 22nd until Thursday, May 31st. Shoot me an email or call me if you are in the area and want to get to know me. Obviosly this is meant for those people who know me and like me or I like them. If I do not like you, then please do not call. If I do not know you, please be a female who is extremely hot. Extra perk is I will be taking out my family's ski boat a number of times, and I'd love to have people come and enjoy the weather (hopefully) and a little skiing and water fun. I must make note that the possibility of seeing me shirtless and wet is very likely, so be prepared for that excitement. Also, preference is always given to girls who are extremely good looking. One final not on all this, I also have a pool at my house that is heated and fun, and all above rules and preferential treaments apply.

I feel that this needs to be said as well, given all the statements mentioned above regarding my Seattle trip, hot girls, and boating and/or swiiming. For those in New York, I love the beach. I will go anytime. Also, if you live or have parents who live in Long Island, Connecticut, possibly Jersey (in which case you better be female and extroardinarily hot), and have a pool, I will be there no problem. So, I just wanted to make the point that I'm mostly in New York all the time and didn't want the girls to feel left out. You can still see me shirtless in the sun and have some fun in the water. All above statments about girls and their hotness apply to New York as well, probably morese, since there are greater opportunities to get together multiple times.

That is all. Don't get caught in the torrential downpouring of rain like I did yesterday. I don't understand...it was so sunny when I left Brooklyn (long story...yes I was in Brooklyn...it was weird), and then so rainy once I got off the train?!

Lastly, save the date if you so wish. June 9th I will be dancing in a great piece somewhere in Brooklyn (specifics later). You will see me dance if you haven't already (it is just one probably 10-minute piece), and then it will be a dance party (and when I say party...I mean party) afterwards, so we can just kick-it...old school (actually, I just wanted to say that). Bonus points here for girls I've asked out fairly recently but we just haven't quite got together. Don't worry, it's cool, this makes up for it. And you will be impressed by my dancing and hotness (I hope).

Almost Bahama Time

Auditioned for the Radio City Christmas Spectacular yesterday. Now, had I not been cut, let me go through a few of the benifits of being involved with this show. First, three months of steady work. Second, the chance to perform at the Radio City Music Hall. Third, everyone knows of the Christmas Spectacular, even if they haven't seen it, so therefore it is a big status symbol. Fourth, and most importantly, spending three months working along side the Rockettes, who are definately hot. Sadly, this will not be happening, so let us move on to different thoughts.

Tis the season to play outside in the park and eat in the outdoor seating of cafe's. Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Here's a little warning to everyone: The weather is almost warm enough for me to pull out my bahama shorts. Oh yes people...the time draws near. You know you're all dying to see my sexy legs.

And to push this even farther, I've been working pretty hard in the gym, yoga, and ballet to make my body better than ever. So, the time for full-on sexiness is also drawing near. Not quite yet...but soon. My 8-pack abs (oh yes, I'm trying to skip over the 6-pack and move directly to the much hotter 8-pack) hopefully will be beach-ready within the next month.

Good luck not fainting when you see me beach and bahama shorts ready!

A little beautiful update

Alrighty then...I just saw my friend Hal B. Klein's film that he played a part in, Nobel Son at the Tribeca Film Festival. Very enjoyable, and always fun to see a friend on a big screen. I hope they get distribution for it. I think you'll be able to find some red carpet pictures of Hal B. on his blog, but I can't be certain as I confess, as I'm writing this, I haven't done my homework and checked, but you can certainly look yourself.

The Tribeca Film Festival is only going on through this weekend, so those here in the city should check out some films. I'm planning on it, and we all know that whatever I'm doing is awesome, so be awesome like me.

Apart from that, my life has been filled with gym, some ballet and yoga classes, and auditions here and there. And a little work at Abercrombie on the weekends. That's pretty much it. As the weather warms up, it's most definately my season to walk in Central Park and enjoy the outside. I love it.

For those in Seattle (or Shoreline, as that's actually where I'll be...but pretty much the greater Seattle area), I'll be home May 22nd through the 31st. We'll be pulling the boat out of storage, assuming good weather, and it will be fun. I'd love to see anyone who is around and is cool. We'll go play out in Lake Washington and ski a bit or something. At least coffee to catch up.

Totally geeky, but not only do I have a MySpace page (which of course rocks), I also have facebook. I like friends, so feel free to add me. On either the pages you can check out a couple dance pics I've put up. And, you'll be kept in the loop when I have stuff to be seen in. On a side note, I'm planning on creating a more professional looking website for my life and career. That will take some time as I'm not great at web design, but it will be there. Anyone who knows how to design a wicked-awesome site, let me know. I'd love help, and "compensation" can and will be arranged.

On a separate not from all of the above. I am planning two things here in the near future. The first is to rent a small storage unit (and no I am not referring to my apartment) to stow a bunch of my belongings in and open up space in my room. That will be phase one of making this the "love cave" that it should be. Secondly, I will be investing (and that term is used loosely of course) in a second lawn chair and a possible lamp. Oh yes, I said it. A SECOND lawn chair. The thought of it just gives me chills, as it should you. That means the possibility of entertaining a guest. A second...yes, second chair to lounge in a watch some television, or a movie, or play a little GameCube. The possibilities are endless. The lamp will also provide a bit of fuctional mood lighting that is not florescent. Pictures to come when the investment is made. But be forwarned...my apartment (I also use that term loosely) will indeed be "The Place to Be."

Also of note, my current running shoes will be officially retired in no later than two weeks. They will not be bronzed as I think that might cost a bit more than is necessary in this case, but they will be respectfully trashed with a short ceremony complete with musical selections from iTunes on my computer. It's time. The cushioning is gone, duct tape has been applied, white is not white but more universally dark grey, etc. They will be enjoying the last of their West Side Trail runs in Manhattan as the weather stays warm. Please...a moment of silence...

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Who's excited about the warm weather...wait for it...wait for it...I am! Oh yes, it's sexy reavealing clothing season. Nothing more needs to be said here.

And with that warm thought, I leave you. It's time for a bit of beauty rest (as if I need the help). Peace out.

Fallen off the monkey

I seemed to have fallen off the horse, as we might put it, and have not written in a while. There are lots of thoughts flowing through my head like the river Nile, but time has not been a good misstress to me, and I will have to expound on these thoughts like an old senile philosophy professor would, at a later date, not to be missunderstood as a date you might go on with a girl, but an actualy calendar date. Alas, I could write meaningless comparisons like these all day long, but alas, my misstress known as Time is shoeing me out the door like her husbands pulling into the driveway, and I muss go to ballet and the gym to work my wicked-ass dance skills and sculpt my Adonis-like body into the rippling model I always say I am. Lucky for me nobody has been whitness to a shirtless Andrew, so nobody really knows whether or not I am lying about my unbelievably sculpted and sexy body. I must say, however, that there should be no questioning here, since we all know I do not lie. Alas, I end today's writing with two words: Monkey Nuts. If it means anything to you, awesome, if not...awesome. Awesome.

Flip Flops and Bikinis

I have a lot to say but lack the time to say it. Isn't that always the case?! Or the moment isn't quite right...or there's too many people around...or you're just a little bity shy and nervious about asking her out...oh, I digress a tiny bit.

If spring is not here to stay, I will physically hurt someone. I took my first outdoor run of 2007. I can't say I was amazing, but I got through it. I'm a little cardiovascularly out of shape, but that will soon change. Since the summer will be looming upon us soon, it is time to rip up my body and diesel it out, you know. Ladies (and gentlemen, since I live in Chelsea, although you really are not my concern here in this case) beware and be prepared (also the Boy Scout Motto, however they don't specifically have any written rules about how muscularly awesome you look...unless you go back to the Baden Powel original handbook...we're not so sure about that one).

Oh, say Donald Sutherland and William Baldwin working on another television pilot. Pretty awesome stuff. Ron Howard also made an appearance talking with some of the actors. Maybe he was just passing through? Either way, I'm pretty sure the look that he gave me was "I'm hiring you tomorrow." I guess, however, I was wrong since tomorrow was yesterday and there was no call. Oops, my mistake.

I have two more quick things to say, but I'm going to lump them into one statement to save time, and just because I feel like it, which should be reason enough. Without further adew...It is offically flip flop season, and ladies, when I ask you for a date (meaning ask you out), it is common curtesy and correct protocol to accept without hesitation. You should already be aware, that I am "choosing" you out of many and this honor I bestow upon you is not taken lightly, as I'm very picky about the girls I would like to associate myself with and share my time with. It is also a sign that you are in the upper echelon of the hotness scale and thus I have decided that with our hotness powers combined, there is a good possibility that we could attain unstopable sexiness. By not accepting, ignoring, or flat-out rejecting (due mostly to an already aquired inferior boyfriend), you are making a huge mistake.

Enjoy the sun! Flip flops and bikinis should be worn at all times.

The Devil on my Birthday

For those of you keeping track (and mostly for those who are irresponsible and forgot)...today is my birthday! This is a day that should be on everybody's calendar with as much if not more importance than most national holidays. It ranks up there with Christmas (although not quite, since although I am close to godliness (i.e. the Greek Gods) I am not a god). That is not actually what I will write about today.

A few quick things. First, worked on CSI:NY (I think it will be the last episode of the season) yesterday. I was a police cadet hanging around City Hall. Gary Sinise and Melina Kanakaredes was there, which was definately cool to see. Second, saw Lucy Liu while working on another pilot. Third...well, I've worked a bunch lately and don't feel like expanding on all the shows I've been on. Let us just leave it that I'm working hard on climbing the celebrity ladder, although I'm just on the lower rungs of said ladder.

Ty Pennington is the Devil. Now, I don't shed tears often (I mean never), yet there seems to be one trigger. I'm not really sure why I feel like writing this, and haven't really told this to many people, but Extreme Makeover: Home Edition with Ty Pennington will make me choke up every time. I mean, during any part of his show. So, that leaves me to believe that he is my arch enemy. Damn him and his sweet show! Why does he have to bring emotions out of me that I don't want brought out?! Ty Pennington...you are a good man...but you are the Devil!

There you go, a little glimpse into my personal life. Not many people get to be a part of this, so the world should feel special that I would publish this. My only other weakness...girls. Although not too many girls have brought tears to my eye, I think they have the power if used correctly. However, this weakness should not be capitalized upon if possible, as it's not the coolest thing to be the one to make me cry. You don't want me calling you the Devil or anything like that. Oh, and my tears from Ty are of course tears of joy. There is a difference between joy and pain if you weren't already aware. Please, know this...you do NOT want to be the one to elicit tears of pain or hurt from me. It promises to not be a fun experience.

Well, with that I'm off...to do what I don't know. I guess I should do something special for my birthday. Or, as will mostly likely be the case, it will be just another day except I am a little bit older. Older and wiser? Older and prettier? Older and cooler? All of the above?...I think so.

Hurt'n for a little Andrew

I know, y'all have been hurt'n for a little Andrew. All I can say, is that these last few weeks have been very busy (which is a good thing) and I don't feel like writing right now, but I figure, some of you who read this are probably going insane without my wisdom. So here's a little something for you. Enjoy.

I've been working lots lately on a number of films and television shows. Mostly stand-in stuff, and some background. Nothing too glamerous, but I did see Uma Thurman upclose...if you know what I mean. And, what I mean is, she was probably like 10 feet away. But, our eyes did connect. Oh, yeah. That's right people.

Also, I've been to watch the Paul Taylor Dance Company perform at City Center. They rock! Definately check them out if you want to see some good modern dance. They are performing until Sunday. Watching them makes me miss performing on stage. Who knows where the road will take me. As long as I keep trying to do it all, something will happen. (Crossing my fingers).

Bathing yourself in motor oil is not a good idea. That's just plain common sense.

Oh, check out Flight of the Conchords when you get a chance. These guys are creating a hilarious new show for HBO (I think), and I was on set with them the other day. They are very cool, and it's going to be an awesome show.

I'm planning on giving lampboy.net a pretty big overhaul here in the next couple months. I want it to look cooler, and more like a hollywood movie website (example link). So, if anyone knows how to do this better than me (I know a bunch, but I'm definately no web designer, nor do I have the time), let me know. I'm sure I can find a friend of mine to bake you cookies. And you will become a friend of mine, which is a HUGE deal!

Quick shout out to all the hot ladies, whether or not you have a boyfriend..."What's up!'

Celebrity Desire

One new things to add to my sweetness (not like "sugary" sweet, but like, "awesome!" sweet) happened today. Although it was a cold day and tensions among many of the background actors seemed to be high, I met Jessica Simpson. And by meet, let us just say that our eyes met. Let me also interject that she undressed me with her eyes in a deep and meaningful way. Pretty much...she wants me! Well, I stretch the truth a little bit, but I was actually right by her for some of the afternoon. I even talked to her security guard...and no he was not pulling me off of her (which in my mind, could have been a real possibility...I joke). She brought a ton of poparazzi following her. We were shooting on the streets right around where I live, and she was with her enterauge. It was quite the scene. Very strange to be there, but lots of fun. Pretty much, it was my preparation for my celebrity life coming soon to a theatre near you. So, if you leave today remembering nothing of what I wrote, remember this one thing...Jessica Simpson pretty much wants me! Good day to you.

Celebrity Hotness (both mine...and anothers)

I believe I left out one very important fact about this last week. I briefly met Arielle Kebbel on set of "Brooklyn to Manhattan." She is sooooo hot! I really should just leave it at that. I think she probably has a boyfriend, and to be perfectly honest...I did make a very strong impression on her. It may not have made her say "forget my boyfriend, take me now," however. I had all the special effect makeup on (or at least part of it on when she would arrive to the makeup trailer) so she never got to see the awesome goodness that is my handsomeness. She did take notice of my coolness with the makeup. I think if she would have seen my wicked hotness...well, I would be writing something vastly different. She did take a picture of her and I on her camera phone. Oh yes...a celebrity has taken a picture of me. That part is important. Too bad that to her, my name is known as "Crispy." That is one more chapter in the celebrity life of yours truly

Secret Society of Lampboy

Well, a lot has happened to me that I can't talk about. Yes I know...sounds like a secret society. Which it is. Sort-of. I like to look at my life as a secret society. Only those priviledged few who go through my initiation process are included in the secrets that I hold. I'm not sure that's the exact metaphore about my life I'm looking for, but that's what appears to be coming out. To finish out the trifecta of what is my life, I can only offer you this. I life my life like it is an action-thriller-comedy mixed with bad 70's born. So, let us just say that my life is an action packed secret porn society. I'm beginning to think I should re-think this genre of lifestyles that I live. Hmm...

Seriously, I have been working on a number of films and television shows. Before you ask, it's nothing big. Mostly background, photo double, and stand-in work. I can't really talk publically about the details of the shows since producers and the like don't really like the secrets of their plots and such divuldged. I can say that I was in 5 hours of special effects makeup for one of the shows. If you are one of the lucky few in my society...or you ask, I'll probably show you the picts. They're pretty grotesque.

Oh, I say Mamma Mia! on Broadway last week. Gotta love the music of ABBA. Good times. Here's hoping to one day see me on Broadway and the silver screen!

Um...stamps cost way too much when you buy lots and lots of them.

More to report this weekend, so until then I leave you with the above written words. Ponder them. Live them. Be them.

Post-Valentine's Day thoughts

I hope everyone had a fantastic Valentine's Day! She who would be my Valentine this year lives quite far away. So, just another normal evening in my eyes this year. Let's just move on to more interesting things, shall we. Oh, I was at least productive that day, mailing out a bunch of postcards with my picture on it and an update for agents and casting directors. Yeah for Valentine's Day?!

I'm pretty sure that I'm over winter. I mean, I love the snow and what have you, but not the wind and extreme cold that New York seems to have. If only I could be skiing or at a mountain cabin playing in the snow. Then maybe winter would be more enjoyable. I think what I need is the beach. A little beach time, maybe some watersking and boating, surfing, beach frisbee...that sounds about right. That, and my fake tan I got done for the modeling gig last week is almost completely faded. So sad, I look hot when I'm tan.

On another note, I still think my man-pecks are somewhat not symetrical. Not noticable to the naked eye of an observer, but I can see it. I must remedy this by lifting the weights. Weights will be lifted to fix my boob problem. hee...hee...I said boobs..........focus!

I lost all train of thought here, so I guess I'll just end. That's what heppens when my mind wanders. Okay then. Right. The end.

Colombian underwear recap

Okay, the lingerie show is over. I have to admit, it turned out to be unbelievably fun. Not that I thought otherwise, but I had a blast. And if I do say so myself, I looked damned good. I didn't have my camera, but some of the people I was working with did, and I'll see when I get any of the pictures if I want to share them. Here is the link to Testosterone Fashions. They are the company I was working for who has pictures of the two designers of underwear I was modeling (not me of course, their advertising models), and one of the girls lingerie lines. The girls swimsuits that were in our booth are on this site. I love the swimwear, it's great stuff. Most of these were from Colombian designers, except the QZ brand which is Danish. Pretty great stuff.

So...the Grammy's are tonight. Pretty sweet.

My new favorite country...Colombia.

I found out that things you learn in middle and high school, although buried very, very deep, are still there a few years later. Yep, my three years of Spanish paid off. Okay, not well, but I tried. At least I can say "Gracias," and "de nada," and "tu es muy bonita." That's about all you need. Oh, and "no comprendo" or "no entiendo." The last two make everything all better.

Well, that is a quick (and not very in-depth) reflection on my life. This past week week was one of the more interesting and enjoyable weeks I've had in a very long time. Gracias a mi nuevo amiga de Barranquilla.

Me...underwear...me in underwear...modeling

I don't want to make a big deal of this or anything, you know, let the word spread too far...but...I am standing around modeling underwear for the Lingerie Americas convention here in New York for a few days. Yeah that's right...it's me...it's underwear...it's me in my underwear. There aren't too many of us men modeling since it's primarily women't lingerie, so it's about the coolest job ever. It's not too often that I stand around in sexy underwear for multiple hours in a row. Oh, and by the way, I have a few stunningly beautiful Colombian girls modeling and working with me. That's all I am going to say. I will leave it at that. I really can't say anthing more than what has just been said. Really, let your mind wander. Let it really have fun with this one. That's pretty much what's happening. Okay, so if your mind wandered into an orgy or underwear-laden girls and me...well, that's just my fantasy and not the reality. Tone it down just a touch, and that's what's happening. On a serious note...man, who can be serious when I just said I am standing around modeling underwear. Really...that's all I got tonight...more on this after the convention is over. Yeah for underwear! Oh, and after the show, I'll make sure to get the links to the designers we were wearing.

The past weeks musings

I'm not going to go on and on about the Superbowl, but I will say this. I'm glad Chicago lost. They beat my boys, the Seahawks. I wish they would have put up a better fight and not let the Colts dominate so much, but all and all, it was an enjoyable game. And how much fun was it to see Prince at the half-time show. Pretty sweet. Diggin the whole phallic penis guitar trick with the white sheet. Awesome. That's all I will say.

I will make the obligitory comment on the weather as well. It is so f*#king cold out. Man is it winter!

I had the chance the other day to see Wicked on Broadway. What a sweet show. So cool. I of course am wishing I was dancing in it, but soon enough...soon enough. A friend got us great seats, like third or fourth row nearer the side, but closer than I ever get when I see Broadway shows. Everyone should check it out. It's been on my "must see" list forever (and by forever I mean since it opened).

On a different note, I've been working as a stand-in on the Sopranos lately. It's been great to work with that cast and crew. They are all so nice and I've really been learning a bunch on set. I hope to keep working with them for the rest of their shooting schedule. Oh, and I really suggest everyone watch their final season coming up. It should be great! That's all I can say.

I don't think really anything profound has come out here in this entry. I'm sorry for that. I guess you go through those periods of time. It happens. I can't be brilliant all the time. Well, I can, but sometimes it doesn't exactly show through to everyone. Well, unless you meet me I guess. I'm pretty awesome if you actually meet me. So, let us just say for argument sake, that since you are not actually in my presence (that is to say, seeing me in person), I may not come across as naturally amazing, even though the assumption is that I am.

Well, until next time, I'll sign off.

Oh, I'm pretty sure the episode of Law and Order: SVU I worked on a while back is finally airing this Tuesday, February 6th. It's on NBC at 10pm (9pm Central). Oh, the episode is called Loophole. I'm one of the haz-mat teams (in yellow). You probably won't see my face, but I'm there. It's not a big deal (more like featured background work), and I don't know what they'll even use of what we shot. Just thought I'd let people know in case.

Morning, like it is one

Good morning New York! Well, it is the morning for me. I guess depending on when you read this, it may not be the morning at all. In fact, it could be the afternoon or even possibly the evening. Profound, I know. And this concludes the "Deep Thoughts from Andrew" secion for the day.

After reading, well, anything I write at all, some seem to feel I think very highly of myself. Even after speaking to me, there is a certain confidence that comes through. I want to let all you know, that it is 100% real. I am as awesome as I say I am. Those that believe otherwise are probably ugly, and therefore their opinions on this subject do not count. For a quick clarification, ugly people are still people, and I have no problem with them.

I think the more I write about the above statments, the deeper I will say something that might make somebody unhappy, so I'm just going to stop. Stop, like the weather should stop being so cold. Cold, like your soul. Soul, like I sold mine to the devil. Devil, like your momma. Momma, like my momma rocks. Rocks, like I rock this world.

And we're back to me. Stay warm!

New Amazing Photos of Your's Truly

I've added some new pictures to my MySpace page that are not in my gallery here. Some are dance and modeling shots that are previously unreleased to the public. I'm sure you will find them to your liking. Try not to be too jealous of my awesome dance skills and muscular body. It's okay to gasp when you first see them. I am also not liable for any injury of death that may come from fainting, etc. Enjoy the weekend.

Little bit of rambling serenades

I see by the date of my last point that I've been neglecting my blog. For that I appologize. I have been sidetracked with getting things with my career going this winter and working at Abercrombie a lot. Yes, I live a glamorous life I know, but please try to not be envious. I mean who doesn't want to sit at their computer for hours in the evening stapling resumes to headshots, typing cover letters, sealing envelopes, etc. when you would really like to be out at the bar. I'm not complaining, though. I'm not in an office or some boring job each and every day. And, my side job at Abercrombie is real tough looking good and working with a bunch of hot girls.

I'm rambling a bit and not really focused. I've had one of those days when you just don't eat anything but some coffee, two balance bars, and a burrito. It happens...and it brings on a huge headache. Bummer.

Oh, uh, if you haven't seen Babel, you should see it. It rocks. It's pretty serious and all, but some great acting...and is just quite good. If you bring a date to it, um...there won't be as much cuddling and hand-holding as you might find in, say, a romantic film...maybe more shocking moments and deep breaths of coping with the situations presented (maybe some uncomfortable hand squeezing depending on the girl). Still, an experience that is worth enjoying with someone else.

On another note, who'se kind-of over American Idol? I think I am. I just can't seem to keep watching these crappy singers and weird people who seem to be putting on a bit of a show just to get some time on national television. I'm waiting for the final 8 or so to start really seeing some decent talent. I also hear that Seattle did not show very well. Ohh, poor Seattle. My home aparently sucked. That's not what I like to hear. Too bad I wasn't there to audition. I have the voice of an angel. Literally, if an angel from Heaven came down to earth and God told him to sing a beautiful song, that is what it would be like to hear me sing. Not many get the priviledge, but those that do rave about it. I always had a plan that in college I would serenade a girl with a sweet love song. Uh...that never happened, due to my laziness, nerviousness, lack of planning, shyness (even if it doesn't appear that way in general, I am a bit shy with girls I dig), uh...etc. So, maybe some lucky girl will get that angelic serenade in the near (or semi-near...maybe not so near...we'll see) future.

That's all of my rambling tonight. Peace and love.

The Year of Lampboy!

I just arrived home from work and am feeling a bit in the mood to write something...profound. I promised earlier that I would write something looking back on last year. It will be a brief look back, since I think it's much more benificial to look forward into the future, but here you go.

Hmm...2006. There were good times, and there were less than good times. There was joy, excitement, dissapointment, hilarity, sadness, happiness, and joy. Joy seems to be worth repeating for some reason. Mostly, and this is for real, it has been a time of transition. Transitioning into more facets of my life and career trying to find where I fit in the world of entertainment. See...profound, isn't it?! And notice, I didn't even mention my hotness or the hotness of those I would like to be a part of. Maybe I'm maturing...well, let's not go that far.

So, transitioning, joy, facets, career, not mentioning my hotness...2006 seemed to be allright.

I'm going to take this time to send a shout out to my bro and sis. Rock on!

Okay, so, 2007. What can I say. There will be some good times (becoming a celebrity), and there will be some less than good times (probably...can't think of anything now). I'm sure there will be joy (a hot coworker...or two or three, recognizes my hotness and says so), excitement (running from the cops), dissapointment (when the cop shoots me), hilarity (always), sadness (hot girl turns me down), happiness (finding true love with a young, hot, and rich girl (more on this statement at a later date), career rock'n, moving out of this stupid apartment), and joy (all of the good points I just mentioned at the same time, also with the Victoria Secret Angels living with me).

That is 2007 for you. We shall see what of these predictions (if you'd like to call them that) come true. Only time will tell. Man, I am like the Grand Canyon I'm so deep with my philosophical thoughts. Man, hot, funny, and deeply intillectual...who could ask for anything more.

Alright, there it is. I'm not sure this was too sentimental, so if that was what you were hoping for, I apologize. I will have to make you cry some other time. Here are a few things you can do in the mean time if you are really wanting to get those tears out.

1) If you are not able to see me in person, look at a picture of me. My beauty will make you cry. It's awe inspiring I know.
2) If you are able to see me in person, just bask in my hot glory. Just being in my presence is generally too much for the eyes, thus creating tears of joy.
2) For those of you wanting a true experience and are a little bolder and of course extremely good looking (often asked if you model or dance, and are describes as hot, sexy, etc...oh, and you must be cool), just come up to me, put your hand on my arm (you may feel faint at this point, but you'll get through it), and say hello. Hopefully you don't faint or cry in my presence, it's a little akward for everyone involved. This will most definately produce tears of overwhelming joy (if we're on the same wavelength and click) or sadness (if it does not go as well as you have hoped).

Make the start of 2007 full of tears my friends...joyously full of tears...tears that dance down your cheek like a ballerina dancing on point....like a tiger balancing an egg on it's nose...tears of hotness...tears of joy...full of happiness...full of Andrew...

2007 is the Year of Andrew...the Year of Lampboy!