Oh great, my left eye looks bigger than my left. Wonderful symmetry. And Baxter is chewing on a piece of straw like a hick. You can't take us anywhere!
I was born in Pasadena, California. To give you an idea of how long ago, there's a box my parents had to check on my birth certificate that says, "I was born:
-on a farm"
not on a farm"
I wish I was making that up! My parents sent me to Holy Angels School in Arcadia, a Catholic School from 1st - 8th grade. My first two years were rough. Those nuns should not have been allowed around children. Horrible, ghastly women. But to be fair, my favorite teacher was Sister Margarita (No, not a made-up name.) She was a sweetheart. Allowed us to play tackle football. Read to us from Charlotte's Web and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Every Friday we had talent day. You could perform in front of the class!
Still I reject the Catholic religion as non-sensical. And just the thought of any rational person actually buying the whole virgin birth thing makes my head hurt. And all those crazy stories like Jonah in the whale, and Noah's Arc, and the walking on water and the resurrection... They're like fairy tales you read your kids at bedtime.
(Sorry, Sister Margarita! Still love you!)
Not sure why we posed in front of a green screen. Maybe I was thinking I would add an impressive background later. I'm holding Baxter as if he's made of fine china and I'm afraid he might crack.
No, I was never in the military. This is from a pilot for an internet comedy where I played the captain of a submarine bent on saving the oceans. He was a little bent in the head as well.