So I’ve been sporting a beard the past several weeks. Went into a kind of hibernation over the holidays, and woke up with a Mini-Van Winkle. It’s been driving me nuts though, so I cut most of it off today — but not before I took some wild shots of the hairy beast. I’ve posted a few in the Actor area on my Homepage.

CLICK HERE to check’em out. Or don’t. See if I care…

I auditioned for a McDonald’s spot today, and couldn’t help but feel a little torn about the whole thing. It all started back when I was a little kid listening to interviews with celebrities like Weird Al Yankovic and Mean Joe Green (who incidentally, are touring together under the moniker “Weird Al Green”) where they talked about making a conscious decision not to hawk alcohol or tobacco products. It wasn’t that they didn’t drink or smoke, they just didn’t want to sell that image to the impressionable youth of America. And for some reason, I thought that was commendable.

Now I could care less about America’s youth, but I always held on to the sage-like wisdom of Mean Joe and Weird Al, and when I got my first commercial agent so many moons ago, I made it very clear that I did NOT want to go out for alcohol or tobacco spots. If you know anything about commercial agentry, you know that booze is where the big money’s at, so this ridiculous stance of mine has never really gone over well with anyone who’s ever been duped into representing me. Still, I assert that a man’s gotta have his convictions, even if they’re borne in the impressionable mind of an American youth. And here’s where I start feeling torn… (Read the Rest…)

The New Year is a time when we must look ahead in anticipation as we reflect on days gone by. In reminiscing I find it sometimes difficult to remember what it was I was forgetting to recall. As always this is somewhat nostalgic, and more often than not, as I drift away into rose-colored dreamscapes of days long past, my voice trails off, unable to finish the sentence I worked so hard to…

When Donald Trump was a little dude, I’m sure he would have enjoyed the infantile antics of Rosie O’Donnell. But nowadays the Donald isn’t so little, and neither is Rosie for that matter. And that, my friends, is January in a nutshell. Time waits for no man — or lesbian. Looking back, I realize that it’s kind of sad how when you grow up, there comes a point when you stop growing, and then you know you’re gonna be that way the rest of your life. Luckily, we’re not giant redwoods. If we were, we might NEVER stop growing. We might stop growing up, but we’d always be growing out — ring after ring after mind-numbing ring.

This is all relatively meaningless of course, and is in fact, just an excuse to try out my new blogging software. You see, while most folk ring in the new year with empty resolutions and drunken jibes at the very sad creature we call Dick Clark, I’m allowing the opening refrain of 2007 to herald my lemming-like tendencies. Like a sheep to slaughter, I’m jumping on the proverbial blogwagon. And since I now have the conch, I want to encourage everyone who ever reads this to get a life, and stop spending so much time on the damn computer.

What you’re looking at is the beginning of what will become the news and blog center of my universe. Stay tuned for updates, along with the launch of my new website!