User Profile

You can't convince me that you're actually interested in my biography. But rather than argue about it back and forth, I'll tell you anyway.

I have been married three times, divorced the first time and widowered the next two. I am a former electronic technician, having graduated from the 18 month technician's program at DeVry in December of 1975 at the tender age of 19 and a half. I worked for Hughes Aircraft (subsequently eaten alive by Raytheon) for the better part of 25 years. In the early months of 1993, I was diagnosed with clinical depression, which eventually cost me my ability to continue working.

A friend got me involved in a Star Trek club, the U.S.S. Angeles, which was, for the most part, a horrible mistake. But it did get me into the club's eponymous fan-made "movie" and their subsequent six episode series. Shortly after that, another friend formed his own fan video "Star Trek: Hidden Frontier". Averaging six episodes a year, we've produced for six years now, and will soon be entering into our final year of production.

Hidden Frontier gave me an interest in makeup, and I taught myself how to create and apply foam latex prostheses for special effects and alien makeups. I also play one of the characters in the show. I'm considering entering community theatre after Hidden Frontier, possibly as an actor or more likely, a makeup artist. I've been advised that I should turn professional, but who wants such forgettable roles as "bearded reporter #3"? I'd never get anything better than bit parts, and who wants to put their real life on hold just in case a chance to play another unnamed character comes along?

Ever since nearly marrying a woman with horses who needed custom saddles, I've also been something of a leathercrafter. Ironically, one of the few things I still haven't done is make saddles. Sword sheaths, cellphone holsters, wallets, pistol holsters, belts galore, check holders, reins and a bridle for my own horseback riding, a photoalbum, some leather work for some science fiction costumes (won a best workmanship award for one, and the entire group won "Best Re-creation" for the other), a couple pairs of gloves . . .

A man of many moods (especially after the depression got worse; medications CAN be your friends), I am nonetheless steadfast in my loyalty to my friends. And I make a potent enemy if someone forces me to be. But what kind of idiot deliberately goes out to make enemies? (Besides the sort of damned fool who torments a badger, then loudly complains that they got bitten and blames the badger, I mean.)

Is that enough for you? Did you REALLY want to know any of that?