That's a microphone and a psychiatric pill bottle through a weird filter that makes it look like the mic isn't quite a mic and the pill bottle is on medication of it's own. That pretty much explains me in one abstract photo.

This is from the movie, "Thirsty Blackwater's Karaoke Showdown". That's my good friend, Amy Sumpter on the left. She's a talented comedian, solo performer and actress. That's me on the right. I do many things.

This is my vision of what all the kids are claiming to have seen these days. "I awoke to find a gray alien standing over my bed. I was paralyzed and then...they did stuff to me." I think I only inadvertently created the effect of making it look like he was rear lit by the light in the hallway coming in through an ajar bedroom door.

My biggest theatrical success made me about $110. I promised to split it with the cast. Some of them got dinner. To those who didn't, I owe you each $10. The best reviews I ever got were for this play. "Highly Recommended" in "The Chicago Reader" in 2007. I'll take it. Forget all the other "burn down that theater" type reviews I've gotten since.

I am not a butcher but I got to hang out with a lot of dead, cold cow parts one day. This is what it would look like in that alternate universe where I was named "Hank Churchill" and I got into animal slaughter.

This would be an incredible zombie movie. No matter how small you chop them, they're still coming up behind you. Your only savior is a hairnet.

We had such promise. Eventually, F. Tyler Burnett moved away. Iva got a real job that took her out of state. Scott moved to Phoenix after a disappointing couple of shows and difficulty with the job market here. Chris Hauser and I still stare at each other from across a valley, through our telescopes wondering...who...who will make the first move.

Needing a shave and a haircut? No! You need more birds on your head!

Looks like I'm listening for those tiny meat zombies. Picture by Dave Brennan.

I used to do a lot of performing in pajamas. I'm not ruling it out in the future. People will just "believe" you're in costume, if you tell them you are.
I can't remember who took this. It was at a Chemically Imbalanced Comedy show years ago.

One time Cathy took a trip to Germany, leaving me here in Chicago for a few days. This is how I was found. Picture by Jason Anfinsen.

The trash is white.
Tomorrow we'll teach you red.