Tuesday, February 28, 2006


It seems like there's something in the water. Various people in my life are having new discoveries and breakthroughs, and I feel like I'm on the verge of one too. I'm trying to clarify and simplify everything in my life. For example, I know that I need to concentrate on:

- this play that I'm working on...meaning that I need to spend time with the script every night

- getting back into fabulous shape...meaning that I need to get back to my 6 day workout routine

- hiring an agent...meaning that I need to do some mass mailings by the end of next month

- finding a place to live...meaning that I finally need to choose: NY or LA?

- blogging...because writing stimulates me in so many ways

And pretty much everything else is secondary, at least for the next few weeks.

Monday, February 27, 2006


Back in the saddle again. Had a great weekend with "the friend" - thanks for asking.

Unfinished business:

- Safeway. Not that exciting of a story. Went to the store my first night here in suburban Cowtown and ran up a ridiculous bill. Like, too-close-to-$200-for-my-comfort ridiculous. Granted, the total was pushed up by the razor blades and the fifth of Bushmills I bought, but still...

And, the greatest reason why I spent so much money? I didn't figure it out until I got home: the store didn't recognize my Safeway Club card, which cheated me out of $25. I was pretty pissed. But, the next day, I went back and they actually gave me the money back. So...Safeway is off my shit list.

- Rehearsal. Kind of a revolving door at this point. We haven't had the whole cast together yet. I know that this theater is smaller than the one I worked with in Steak City, but come on! Fortunately, I know that the director does great work, and the cast seems like it's pretty solid. Still, I am a bit nervous. I'm going to be working a lot harder in this production than in the previous one, and I hope that it all comes out all right.

Off to dinner with the owners of the guest house, in the mansion. This weekend my friend and I discovered the hot tub...it just gets better and better...maybe they'll serve me filet mignon...

kids say the darnedst things

Actual conversation from my 2nd day of rehearsal.

"Hey, man, I haven't met you yet. My name's Awkward Dude."

"Hi. K Lance. Nice to meet you."

"So...you were in Steak City? Doing Famous Black Play?"


"Oh, that's cool, man. Yeah, I was supposed to be in the production that we did here in the fall, but I wasn't, because, you know, I'm not colored."


"Yeah. We're not calling ourselves that anymore."

"Oh. Yeah. Right. I knew that."

End of conversation.

Friday, February 24, 2006

back in the saddle

Sorry for the absence, gang. It took me a little longer to get settled in here than I thought - long day of rehearsal on Tuesday, then back to work on Wednesday morning. And then, on Wednesday night, I was feeling really bored and really lonely, and I was staring 36 hours of nothing dead in the face. So I took a spur-of-the-moment trip to Sleepy Hamlet (it's only a few hours from Cowtown).

It was just what I needed. I got to see some of my really good friends, and people generally treated me as a conquering hero. And I think my ego needed some stroking. It was a lot of fun. And I was able to come back to rehearsal today in a much better place.

I've got a "friend" in town this weekend, so I can't say that posting here will be the foremost thing in my mind, but I'll try to get on here to tell you about the first few days of rehearsal, as well as tell you my little Safeway story (which ended up resolving itself just fine). Good weekend to all...

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Left Coast

Yes, friends, I'm in "glorious" Cowtown. Actually, I'm currently staying in the 'burbs - the theater I'm working at is currently doing another play, and that play doesn't end for a couple more weeks, and they've got those actors downtown near the theater, so they've stuck me out in the wilderness.


Let me rephrase that.

I'm staying in the guest house of what could be referred to as a mansion. And this guest house is bigger than one-bedroom apartments I've lived in. Fireplace, dishwasher, trash compactor, gas stove, stainless steel and stone everywhere. Un-believe-able. And I can stay here for the whole run, if I so desire. (We'll see how I like the commute.)

So far, so good. And I gotta say...I really like the West Coast. There's something about it that makes me relax, feel at ease. (Does any of that have to do with the fact that it's 60 degrees here in February? Perhaps.) Don't misconstrue what I'm sayin' - still haven't decided NY or LA yet - my latest brainstorm is just to be bicoastal - but Mom & Dad seem pretty resigned to making cross-country trips. Maybe they know something I don't.

First rehearsal in two hours. I'll tell you about my Safeway adventure later...

Sunday, February 19, 2006


Just finished my last show in Steak City. It was a great run, and I met some cool people. And it looks like they may be doing some shows in the near future which I might be right for. So...don't be surprised if I end up coming back here in the next year or two.

I'm exhausted, but I've got to pack, and I hate packing. My flight doesn't leave 'til t'm'row afternoon, so I keep thinking I've got plenty of time. But a few of us are going out to dinner at 8, and the shuttle's going to pick me up at noon, so I've lot a whole lot less time than I think.

The TV interview on Friday was fine - I think one of my blogger friends caught a piece of it, or at least the teaser. I had to get up at the crack of dawn for the local Fox morning show - gave a very attractive lady a tour of the set, showed her all the bells and whistles. I thought about going all Don Juan on her, but I figured that would probably be pretty tacky of me. Plus, what am I gonna say? "Hey baby, let's go out, but I'm only in town for three more days." Not exactly a great line. Anyway, the PR people were very happy, so it's all good. Hopefully I get a tape of the interview that I can send to my mother.

Next post coming to you from Cowtown, on the West Coast...

Thursday, February 16, 2006

"do you know what the worst STD is? CHILDREN!"

Thanks for the kind words, folks. The depth of my despondency (as if the events weren't enough) had a lot to do with lack of sleep. I got virtually no sleep Monday night, stayed up all day Tuesday, and didn't get enough sleep that night. So I wasn't in any position to deal with any kind of stress.

We've got a crazy schedule this week - student matinees Tuesday through Friday, meaning we play in front of 600 kids (yuk!) at ten in the morning (double yuk!). Then, after each show (filled with sarcastic clapping and text-messaging galore), we have a talkback with some of the students.

And, lately, the kid has been on fire.

He answers questions about whether or not actors should take classes, lies about how behind in school he is, and tells rambling stories about skits he and his sister used to do "when they were kids". When the cast was asked whether or not we were inspired by anyone to get into acting, he replied, "Dave Chappelle".

The rest of us have all decided that he's totally gonna get beat up once he goes to high school - he's one of those kids who can't help but tell you that he's smarter than you, and he's so fucking smug about it you just want to punch him in the face. How this kid comes from such a sweet family, I have no idea. He is who my friend's dad referred to when he said that children were the worst STD known to man.

(I know that it sounds terrible that I'm directing such venom towards an eleven year old, but you've really got to see it to believe it.)

One other thing - I'm going to be on TV Friday morning! I'll be on some Steak City morning news show. Full details t'm'row...

Wednesday, February 15, 2006


All hell broke loose yesterday. I don't want to go into to specifics, but I found myself trying to fend off advances on several fronts. And then, this morning, I found out that one of my classmates passed away. He had been battling cancer for about a year, so it was expected, but it didn't make it any less painful.

Don't feel like writing anymore right now - more later.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

you CAN go home again!

I'm back. Did you miss me?

(So is Bright-Eyes, by the way - go welcome her back. And I added a few new blogs, too - great reading. Check 'em out.)

Went to the Alma Mater to design a new alumni program. I won't bore you with the particulars, but essentially we're mobilizing the young alumni, and we're prepping the current students to enter "the real world" with the tools they need to survive. Told you that I'm all about the kids... We got to speak to some of the students, which was cool, and I got to spend some time with an old friend and meet her supercool new husband.

Anyway, being back there was surreal. 90% of things were exactly the same, and I had been gone for almost seven years. The buildings, the classrooms, even the professors - almost exactly the same. I kept expecting to see my old classmates around every corner. So weird.

Honestly, I felt old. (Sorry, Melissa.)

But the really surprising part was how at home I was. I really felt like I belonged there. I remember how comfortable I felt when I got to campus when I first visited, as a high school senior. I knew, within 15 minutes or so, that this was the school for me. And I kind of had the same feeling yesterday. Don't misconstrue my statement; I've got a lot of things I want to accomplish, and I'm not going to drop those to party like an undergrad again. But I can definitely see a day where I'm heavily involved in that community again. Maybe I could even teach. So, obviously, it was a great visit.

The only thing that sucked was the compressed nature of the trip. I was only in town for about 30 hours, and I was asleep for about a third of that. I had to get up at 4am in order to make my flight, and save for a few minutes of shut-eye on one of the flights, I haven't slept at all. I'll be back in the fall; hopefully I can spend a few more days there then.

Five days left in Steak City. Funny-weird story (as opposed to funny ha-ha): on my way to the airport the shuttle driver wove his way through downtown. I happened to look to my right, and what store do I see?


Funny-weird, huh? Guess that signals it's time for me to get my act together and get ready to go west... I think it also means that I should eat that steak that's been sitting in my freezer for a couple of weeks.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

kids suck (except for yours, of course)

We had to do a show just for students this morning at 10am. Acting that early does NOT go over well with professional actors, let me tell you. And it was even worse because of the little brats' behavior. Talking and whispering, hooting and hollering at the romantic scenes, breaking out into spontaneous applause towards the end of the play anytime a character said anything...I was totally disgusted. Of course, you expect a little squirminess from adolescents (they are, after all, hormones with eyeballs and feet) but this was ridiculous. It makes you wonder why you do it, quite frankly.

Thankfully, we had a great audience tonight, so I'm not going to quit my job anytime soon.

So...going back to the alma mater on Sunday afternoon. I'm helping with an alumni project, so I'll be in meetings all day Monday, which also means that I'll be flying all of Sunday evening and Tuesday morning - in fact, I have to do another stupid student show that morning, so I'll probably be waking up at 3 or 4 in the morning. SO...I basically don't have a weekend. And, considering that I travel to Cowtown next Monday, and start work the following day, I've got three straight weeks of nonstop action. Nice work, Mr. Genius.

Still soliciting name suggestions...

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

the kid's still in the picture

One other thing I gotta mention...so last night, the kid missed one of his entrances...because he was standing in front of a vending machine, trying to decide what piece of refined sugar to purchase. So now he has to stay in the Green Room at all times.

I was (and I hate to admit it) kinda pleased that he got into trouble, but then I realized that this means I've got to put up with him for another hour - since I stay in the Green Room for the final third of the play. A couple of us are ganging up and trying to put our collective foot down...teaching him manners and such...

Two weeks left. Will we kill him? Stay tuned...

Even the 5-0 likes the Steelers!

This is my favorite picture from the Steelers' victory parade yesterday. It was estimated that 250,000 people showed up yesterday in downtown Pittsburgh to welcome the team home and celebrate their fifth Super Bowl title, and their first in 26 years. Let me repeat that number: a quarter of a million people! Amazing. This demonstrates the extreme love affair the people of the city of Pittsburgh have with their Steelers. It also explains why I am the way I am.

I may be a bit scarce over the next week or so - we have a really crazy run of shows, and then on Sunday evening I'm taking a trip to the dear ol' alma mater. I haven't been back there in seven years, and I'm really excited to make (what I hope is) a triumphant return. More on the details of the trip later...

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

I don't wanna...

So...it's that time of day. It's early afternoon, and I've got to go to the gym.

I don't want to go.

I know how vitally important it is for me to stay in shape. There's a history of high blood pressure in my family, and I'm in a career that's all about image, and I even feel better when I've had a good solid workout. But, almost every time I think about going to the gym, I just don't want to do it. Am I just lazy?

To make matters worse, it's Tuesday, which means that my room is scheduled to get a full cleaning, so I HAVE to be out for at least a half hour. So I really don't have a choice. Why can't I be one of those guys who doesn't have to do anything and still wakes up with a perfect six-pack every morning? I mean, I can (and have) woken up with said six-pack, but it takes work for me to get it.

The best motivation for me (other than the things listed above) is that thirty is rapidly approaching, and the men in my family have traditionally found themselves with expanding waistlines after their thirtieth birthdays. And I can't really afford to have that happen. So I have to establish good habits now, rather than waiting until then...and playing catch-up.

All right, all right, I'm going. It's always the anticipation that kills me. I'll feel much better after I'm finished.

Monday, February 06, 2006

the day after

Thanks to everybody for the Super Bowl props. They've been coming in from all over today - even from the one person that I wanted to hear from most (who hates football with a passion). I always find it slightly weird that a sporting event can affect people's moods so much. Still, I have to say that the sun looks a little brighter today.

Please excuse the following sports-related rant:

There are a lot of columnists whining today about how bad calls cost the Seahawks the game. I admit that the officiating left a LOT to be desired (as it has all year), but you still have to win the game on the field. The Seahawks had their opportunities, and they squandered them. The Steelers capitalized on their opportunities. True champions overcome adverse conditions. The Steelers did that all year long.

Okay, rant over...non-sports fans can come back now.

Two weeks left in Steak City, and there's a host of things I want to do. One of my hobbies here is sampling "steak", the food that Steak City is famous for. I've been going to all the best "steak" restaurants in town, usually on Mondays (my day off), and today will be no different. There's also a museum that I REALLY REALLY want to go to, and I've got to investigate the hours and make some time for that.

I've also got to start really watching my budget. I've been pretty good so far, but I spent a lot of money this weekend, and the job in Cowtown is going to pay a bit less than this one. And then, of course, after Cowtown I'm currently looking at three months of unemployment. Anyone wanna be my patron? Or my sugar mama?

Time to get out of my pajamas...

One For The Thumb

I'm exhausted, and a bit (okay, a lot) drunk, but I'm as happy as I've ever been.

The Steelers won Super Bowl XL. They are World Champions.

I don't know what else to say. I wasn't conscious the last time they won - or, at least, I don't have a recollection of it (Jan '80). I just ordered $140 worth of championship stuff. My face hurts from smiling.


Saturday, February 04, 2006

who am i? (what's my name?)

Bonus points if you can tell me whose song title I just ripped off.

So...I'm thinking about changing my handle. Several reasons. Most importantly, there are some people in the world who shouldn't read this. I've learned during this show that I have really wanted to talk about some people, but I'm afraid that they still might be able to find me.

And...when I made this blog, I didn't really think that I would be using it, so I really didn't put any thought into what to call myself. (Or the blog, for that matter, although I love my site, and I really love abbreviating it and calling it F&G.)

SO...I'm thinking about leaving K Lance behind. Of course, you're still welcome to call me that.

The million dollar question, then, is what to call myself?

I'm more than willing to accept suggestions, although, of course, I will make the final decision. The early frontrunner is "SupaStar", for two reasons: one, I'm trying to embrace a positive mindset towards my career; two, it's currently the message on my cell phone.

Let me know what you think, peeps.

And root for the Steelers t'm'row! (technically, today...)

Friday, February 03, 2006

happy blog-o-versary!

Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday dear friedcatfishandcollardgreens...
Happy birthday to you!

That is correct, I've been blogging for a year. So please excuse the excessive back-patting coming from Steak City. I've always been sporatic when it comes to writing (my journals bear that evidence), so it's good for me to have another place to do it.

I wanted to do something special for the occasion, and since I can't buy all of you a round of shots, I decided that I'd do one of those huge "'bout me" posts. So...if you're interested, learn more about K Lance below.

And, speaking of that...I'm thinking about changing my handle. I'll get into that this weekend - I'm going to need distractions from the Super Bowl. A little over 48 hours away...

101 things 'bout me

1. I was born on September 21, in the seventies, in eastern PA.

2. The name of my hometown was made famous by Billy Joel.

3. I started reading just before I turned two.

4. My earliest memory is waving good-bye to the apartment building that my family was moving out of. I was two.

5. Apparently, I was waving from the back seat of my mother's Chevy Nova, sitting in a cardboard box.

6. My brother was born less than a year after that move.

7. A year after he was born, I read that part of the embilical cord stays in the baby's belly button, and eventually shrivels up and falls out. I looked for it in our living room carpet for days.

8. Most of my father's family is in New York City. We used to go up there all the time.

9. We moved to Pittsburgh when I was 6 1/2. When I found out we were leaving, I cried.

10. My favorite part of our house in Pittsburgh was our huge yard - it was a corner lot.

11. It used to look huge. Now it looks so small.

12. My friend and I used to play World Series in the backyard. I was always the Pirates or the Yankees.

13. My first crush was the little girl across the street. She moved to Georgia a couple of years after we got there. Never saw her again.

14. I used to have a love/hate relationship with my little brother. He always wanted to tag along and do everything that my friends and I did.

15. Now I just love him.

16. I got straight A's all through elementary school.

17. The kids used to make fun of me because of that.

18. Sometimes I wished that I didn't get good grades so I could fit in better. I never wished that I was white, though - I always liked being Black.

19. When, in 5th grade, I was put into 6th grade math, I kind of stopped trying, because I felt dumb working on different stuff than everyone else in math class.

20. My best friend Bill and I got into all sorts of scrapes. I wrote about one of them here.

21. He moved away when I was 14. We're still friends, though.

22. I played sports all through childhood.

23. I was terrible through age 12. Then, when I turned 13, the light went on, and I figured out that I was a good athlete.

24. It didn't help that most of the kids in school were a year older than me - probably one of the reason I couldn't keep up athletically.

25. Growing up, I always wanted to be (a) the starting QB for the Pittsburgh Steelers, (b) a point guard in the NBA, or (c) an actor.

26. But when I was 15, I decided I wanted to be a doctor.

27. And when I was 16, I went to Boys' State and Boys' Nation, met President Clinton, and decided I wanted to work in politics.

28. I never really wanted to run for office. I always thought I would make a good press secretary.

29. Politically, I'm left of center - sometimes I call myself a New Democrat, sometimes a Clinton Democrat.

30. I only registered as a Democrat because I felt (and still do) that you have to be part of one of the two parties in order to make an impact in politics.

31. I hate partisan politics with a passion. I just want competant government.

32. Even though I looked for poly-sci programs when I looked at colleges, I refused to go to a school that didn't have a theater program.

33. Of course, I also said that my school needed to be within 2 hours of a major sports franchise.

34. I had a great resume coming out of high school.

35. I was reminded several times during my high school experience, however, that some people in town/school viewed me as "just another nigger".

36. My school was 98% white; I was probably one of 15 Black kids in a school of 1600.

37. And, because of where we lived, I often felt isolated from the Black community.

38. I didn't encounter too much out-and-out racism; it would usually pop up just when I was beginning to feel comfortable.

39. For example, I had to ask three different girls to prom, because their parents didn't want them to go to a dance with a Black kid, despite my impressive resume.

40. The racism stuff affected my brother much more than me. A couple of his real friends would tell him, "Once you leave here, you won't come back." And, except for a couple of days here and there, he hasn't.

41. So, you can understand that I was quite anxious to go away to college.

42. Don't get me wrong...I love Pittsburgh, and I enjoyed high school, for the most part. But it wasn't easy.

43. My father was really worried about money for college, so he had me start looking for schools and scholarships my freshman year.

44. He also took me on a college tour the summer before my senior year, and drove me to my two top-choice schools - and stayed in a hotel overnight while I made my visits.

45. I went to Alma Mater, on a full academic scholarship.

46. To this day, when my father tells people I went there on a scholarship, they ask, "What sport did he play?"

47. I went there because I liked the school, but also because it had a strong Minority Affairs office, with a strong director that I felt would take care of me.

48. He left the school in a dispute one month before I got to campus.

49. Had he been there, I'm convinced that I would have been very involved with the black community on campus. As it was, I ended up on the fringe.

50. Before I went to college, I used to tell people, "I tried really hard to get good grades in HS. I'm going to college for the experience."

51. I really enjoyed my college experience.

52. My grades suffered for it, though. I had a 1.6 GPA at midterms of my freshman year. I thought I was going to flunk out, or, worse yet, lose my scholarship, which meant I would have had to leave.

53. I pulled it together, though - I graduated in 4 years, with a B average, I think.

54. I told myself that I wasn't going to act in college. This was the third time I had tried to walk away.

55. Of course, I ended up being heavily involved in the theater department.

56. When I decided to major in politics, however, I figured that acting would just be a hobby.

57. I thought that, after graduation, I'd try to get a job with Hillary Clinton, since she was running for Senate.

58. I'm hoping that you don't hate me because of my political ideology. I'm always nervous about mentioning it.

59. The turning point of my life was having to read the Starr Report for a Political Ethics seminar.

60. After reading that, I knew that I could never participate in politics - it's too dirty for one person to clean up.

61. I think that I might like to be involved on a local level one day, but that's it.

62. So I had no idea what to do with my life.

63. My girlfriend at the time suggested grad school. So I decided to go for it.

64. I thought I'd just apply to a couple of schools to get a feel for the process, and then really attack it hard the next year.

65. But I got into Grad School, one of my dream schools. So I went the fall after graduating from Alma Mater.

66. I started working professionally during my summers.

67. So that's how I became an actor.

68. During my second summer working in Colorado, I met a girl and fell in love.

69. We dated long distance for two years.

70. I've always been in and out of LDRs my whole life. I don't know why.

71. She moved to Sleepy Hamlet with me after she graduated. Things were perfect.

72. We lived together for five months before things went bad.

73. She needed to figure out what she wanted to do with her life.

74. I was completely crushed.

75. We were off for a few months, but then got back together. The relationship wasn't the same. And then broke up when she moved to NYC, and I stayed in Sleepy Hamlet.

76. We still talk frequently, although we're taking a break from each other right now.

77. I'm still hopeful of things working out, but I'm extremely pessimistic.

78. But I still love her.

79. As a result, I don't want to date anyone long distance for a LOOOOONG time.

80. So now I'm a serial dater.

81. And I like it. For the first time, I realized that girls like me. That's pretty cool.

82. I feel like this should be less of "my life story" and more "fun stuff about me". So I will make the necessary adjustments.

83. I love music. Hip hop is my favorite. You know that if you've seen my hip hop classes. But I like other kinds, too.

84. I played the violin for ten years. But music runs in my family. My father always wanted to be a conductor, and my brother is a musician.

85. My most prized possession is my iPod.

86. I love reading, but I don't get to do it as often as I want.

87. I'm a speed reader. Instead of reading line by line, I read in chunks. It's kind of hard to explain.

88. I'm not embarassed by the fact that I'm pushing thirty and I still watch MTV and play video games.

89. I collect friends.

90. My closest friends tend to be females.

91. I have lots of crushes on lots of women (many of them my friends), and I don't think most of them knew it. Or know it.

92. I have a man-crush on the Pittsburgh Steelers. Then again, so do most of the residents of the Steel City.

93. I am a Virgo, so I'm kind of anal.

94. For example, when I write in my journal, I always read past entries before I write, and I always put the time from my cell phone at the end. And I note if I've changed time zones.

95. I don't like to talk in the mornings.

96. In fact, I really don't like mornings. They're pretty and all, but I'm totally a "night owl", according to my grandmother. Look at the times I post.

97. I love my grandmother more than anyone, except perhaps my mother. But I don't know how to express that to her.

98. In fact, I've only recently started saying "I love you" to my close friends. It's not an easy thing for me to say.

99. As I finish this, my iTunes is playing Musiq's "You Be Alright", which I feel is entirely appropriate.

100. I think, in the end, I will be all right.

101. Thanks for reading this. I hope we can do this again next year.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

check out this blog!

Dear Lord, everybody has a blog these days. Today I'm reading the Post-Gazette, the local paper in Pittsburgh, and guess who's had a blog for almost a year? Steeler QB Ben Roethlisberger. You can check it out here.

250 comments. Steeler fans are crazy.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006


So...I've been tagged. The culprit? Tuckergurl. This one has been going around; in addition to T, L. Britt and Melissa have also been smacked lately. (Check out their answers by clicking their names.) All right, ladies, you got me. I'll do it.

four jobs i've had

1. official scorer at basketball games. My first job. I made something like $2.50/hr, which was great because I was probably 13 or 14 when I was doing it. A ref yelled at me once because I hit the buzzer after a team scored a basket.

2. server at Boston Market. It was so long ago that it was called Boston Chicken. The pair of khakis that I wore when I worked there smelled like chicken grease for years afterwards...they still might.

3. stock boy at Kay-Bee Toy Store. Worst Xmas job ever. Teacher Barbie was popular that year - amazing what some parents will do to get their kid the season's hot toy. I used to work nights trying to put that store back together - it was a toy store, so it was impossible.

4. camp counselor at the Y. I specialized in the little kids, ages 3 to 7. I could tell you loads of stories about the kiddies...maybe on a rainy day, if you ask nicely. I've decided that every child in the world is cute...until their sixth birthday. Guess it's a preservation thing. Then, things start to change, and nature is not always kind.

four movies i can watch over and over

1. History of the World Part I. I could be performing open-heart surgery; if this movie comes on, I stop what I'm doing and watch the rest of it. Even the edited version with commercials. Hilarious.

2. Coming To America. My brother and I can recite this movie, word for word. The pinnacle of Eddie Murphy's greatness, in my opinion.

3. Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Oh, those crazy Brits.

4. Bad Boys. Much respect to Melissa and her peeps who like the sequel, but I gotta stick with the original. Big ups to Friday and Undercover Brother here too.

four places i've lived

1. Pittsburgh, PA

2. Winston-Salem, NC

3. Boulder, CO

4. Manhattan, NY

four tv shows i love

1. Scrubs. The perfect show, in my opinion. Wacky and zany, but with heart. Zach Braff and Donald Faision crack me up, and I may have a teensy crush on Sarah Chalke and Judy Reyes.

2. The Office. Someday I'll watch the British version, but the American version is pretty damn good. Laugh-out-loud, oh-my-God-did-that-really-happen funny. I always wind up watching it myself, and I always wish I had someone to share it with.

3. 24. Jack Bauer is the greatest TV man who ever lived. And, I'm totally ripping this off from the Sports Guy, but I would totally vote for David Palmer for President. At least, I would have.

4. Chappelle's Show. Such mixed feelings about Season 3. Would Dave want us to watch it? Still, if you've seen the preview on Comedy Central's website, you know it's a must-see.

four places i've vacationed

1. Block Island, RI

2. Charleston, SC

3. London

4. Bandon, OR

four favorite dishes

1. New England clam chowder. There's a place a couple of miles from my grandmother's house - it actually sits on the Atlantic Ocean - that has some of the best chowder I've ever tasted. But I'm also okay with the stuff out of the Campbell's Select can.

2. Mom's fried pork chops. My brother and I drove home one year and walked in the door at 2am. When we came up into the kitchen, my mother was at the stove frying up a batch of these. Best thing I ever tasted.

3. Apple pie. Any apple dessert, really: pie, cobbler, turnovers, doesn't matter. Ice cream, whipped cream, whatever. Long as the apple is baked, and there's a bit of a glaze/sauce, I'm happy.

4. Fried catfish and collard greens. Seriously, did you expect this not to make the list?

four sites i visit daily

1. ESPN's The Daily Quickie. Really, any part of ESPN.com, including the Sports Guy. All the sports news you need in three minutes.

2. MySpace. If this site is a drug, then I'm a crack whore.

3. Desperate Husband. Lots of blogs I read, but only two I have to check in on every day. This is one...

4. Spoke In The Wheel. ...and this is the other. But you should really check out all of the blogs on my sidebar.

four places i would rather be right now

1. Detroit. Super Bowl XL, people. Gotta support the Steelers.

2. Cowtown. Anxious for the next job to start.

3. At my parents' house, sitting around the table with my entire family. I don't get to see them nearly enough, and I miss them desperately. Same goes for my 3 main Sleepy Hamlet peeps.

4. Home. I don't know where that is, but I want one. Now.

who's next?

I really hate tagging people. I'd love to hear what DH and April and Stef and Bright-Eyes have to say, but I'm not gonna force them to do it. But, if you (or anyone else) do put it up, let me know.