why? tooth

sometimes people are ignorant and repulsive. I guess that's just human nature. argh. I don't really want to blog about pop culture any more. Of course, I say that, and watch I will feel compelled to blog about Fergie or Zac Efron's underwear tomorrow or some such thing. Whatever. Really, I want to convert this more into a general rant box. A place to clear my head, so, don't be too surprised if things start changing a little around here.

I have a tooth issue going on right now. Broken off tooth in the back of my mouth. Hurts. Am on Augmentin and Vicodin for it right now. Might need a root canal. ARGH! Money!

Anyway, no big deal really. Things are generally good, and could get much much better soon.

I need new demos, new things recorded for condotcom, and to bother my agent.

woosh.

xoxo

It's fucking Fall! Yay!

Okay, what can I say? Things are DRY right now in the way of Voiceover. September was an insanely busy month and October was alright, but wow, November is currently not being good to your humble bloggist. Boo and suck and hiss.

I did just finish up a production of The Rocky Horror Show and am about to audition for a production of RENT, so I will keep you, dear Blog-followers, updated on that.


xoxo,
Gossip Gir... um, I mean, Patton

General Catch-Up... and a Rant About Fruit Flies and Wanna Bis

It's been quite a while since I've posted anything here, and I suppose I owe a bit of an apology for my blogger slackdom. So, apologies, all around.

There's been a lot going on. I've been the voice of a new ad campaign, booking lots of anime hours, going through some weird shit with trying to figure out exactly what's happened to the MOST IRRESPONSIBLE Anime Distribution Company in the world(!) ( not FUNimation), and rehearsing The Rocky Horror Show, while also maintaining hours at The Hobby Center Box Office, especially with new seasons going on sale, not to mention individual ticket sales for Grease and Mary Poppins causing mild panic. That, along with my eLearning software gig and trying to keep up my spiritual practices has left me littlo-to no time for blogging.

But there have been some things on my mind, you can be sure.

The main thing that's really been grinding my gears, sticking in my craw, and any other clever little expression you can think of for "getting on ones nerves" is the preponderance of the Fruit Fly, or Fruit Bat, as they have been deemed by New Millennial Pop Culture.
For those of you not familiar with the moniker, a Fruit Fly is a "straight" dude who dresses and acts very femmish, or extremely metrosexual, and loves to flirt and hang around with gay dudes so that he himself can get play from girls who fawn over gay dudes themselves, OR they just want the attention of gay guys because they feel it gives them some kind of arty cred or some dumb shit like that.
In general, I don't have a huge problem with guys like this. I mean, come on, I'd rather have THEM around than fag-bashing homophobes. But let me tell you something.
DON'T FUCKING FLIRT WITH ME IF YOU'RE STRAIGHT! GOT IT?
In fact, if you're a fruit fly and reading this, and ESPECIALLY if you plan to meet me at a con,
1. Don't proposition me
2. Don't flirt with me
3. Don't act like you want me in your pants or vice versa because you think I can "get you in the biz". I most likely can't, and you can be damn sure that if you fuck with my head, I WON'T!
Just because I'm gay, and you think it's maybe some sort of novelty, that doesn't mean you get to exploit my sexuality or make it the punchline to your every passive/aggressive "open-minded" straight boy joke!

got it?
Good.
Any questions, just leave them in the comments.

I'm pissed now.

Be back later.


xoxo,
Chris

Art vs. Rent

Hello.

Some of you know that I'm currently voicing some eLearning software, and in the most recent case the subject has been Trig. Yes, I'm voicing Trig software. I'm teaching kids Trig. Welcome to the world of VoiceOver. Hey, the whole point is I make it SOUND like I know what I'm talking about, regardless of the fact that I never, myself, advanced past Algebra II.

My director/ engineer for these sessions, Kipp, is a relatively quiet guy, but when he does speak, it's usually entertaining, or at least sparks a flare of interest in my brain. The other day, during one of our rather arduous sessions, in which I believe I had to say "Trigonometric functions" at least twenty times, he came out with a line that was not only completely true, but I thought a good topic for this blog.

In the midst of a bit of tongue-tied lunacy, I stopped a particular take and just sort of huffed a gripe about how I had zero idea what I was talking about at this point. He told me "hey, it still sounds like you do, and that's all that matters", and that was when he gave me the quote that so-well described what we were doing. "Look", he said, "My friend Gene and I have talked about this many times. There's voice over work that is art, and then there's the kind that pays your rent. There's art, and there's rent. This is rent." Totally.

I think it's worth mentioning to anybody interested in Voice Acting, either as a career, or just wanting to know more about it from an outsider's standpoint, I will tell you that you will do MANY gigs to stay afloat that while they may be profitable, may not get your artistic rocks off... and that's okay! God knows we all need to make money. We need to eat, put roofs over our heads, provide for ourselves and our family/ies, and maybe even enjoy some creature comforts. ( and I'm not saying 'getting rich' is out of the question either, for an actor, it's just rare ). But, at the end of the day, we're Artists, Entertainers, and we love to elicit a laugh, a tear, a smile, maybe some shock... an emotion, basically. And it's a bit easy to sometimes get disheartened when sitting in a booth, reading 60-80 pages of Math text. Thing is, I'm grateful for ANY work I get, and I suppose you could say I'm helping kids learn math in at least a SEMI-fun way, but no, I'm not playing the lead in some groundbreaking rock opera, I'm not singing Queen's gretest hits, I'm not getting to play a David Mamet character.
Still, I am thankful. I get paid to use my voice, sometimes in animation, sometimes in Audio Books, sometimes in Commercials...and sometimes in eLearning. And while it's not all great, HIGH ART, it is all a creative use of my voice, and it pays.

And I love it.

Forty Years Ago... In Which Your Humble Bloggist Contemplates Becoming An Ostritch

Forty years ago, before I was born, before most or all of you were born, I would imagine, it was the "Summer of Love" and Woodstock was THE event. An orgy of free love, drug experimentation, peace and rock and fucking roll.

Maybe that's when it all started going wrong.

In the interest of balance, it seems the pendulum always swings back and forth, liberal...conservative...liberal...and back again.

But what the fuck has happened in America lately?
We elect a fairly liberal, black President, who like all Presidents, makes good on some of his promises, and falters on others, and it feels like we're on the verge of Anarchy. I don't know about all of you, but some of the reactions at these town hall meetings scare me just as much as the thought of poorly-run Government Health Care. Morevover, all the people I spent my twenties despising: Rush, Hannity and their ilk, all seem to me now to have SOME valid points, and that REALLY scares the hell out of me. In some ways, I feel like I'm becoming a fiscal conservative while remaining wildly liberal in the social sphere. And so be it if that's the case, but the me of ten years ago would have been sickened by the thought. Maybe the me of ten years ago wasn't really as "open-minded" as I liked to pretend.
Then at other times, say when I'm reading Spike Spencer's ULTRA-nationalistic, very conservative blog about how fuckin' great America is ( and yes, it is ) and how much Europe sucks ( sorry, I don't believe it does ), the mad liberal that I was in the '90s comes out again, and I get all "fuck you and your bloated ultra-Patriotism!".

It is at moments like these that I just want to take a tab of Fuckitol and stick my liberal/conservative/anarchistic/commie/fascist/faggot/hetero/bisexual/black/white/asian/german/indian head in the sand!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Maybe, after a few deep breaths and not a little contemplation, what I'll realize is that I, like many people, am just not that easily categorizeable. Maybe I don't fall into nice little niches, nooks and crannies invented by people who need a label for every thought that comes out of every person's head.

So, before I pledge allegiance again, to any flag, I think I need to make a pledge to MYSELF to not be an ostritch, but to proudly walk with my head held high, and my beliefs intact, no matter who they might please or offend.

my favorite line from any musical ever, comes from the show Chess... at the end of the first Act, the Russian Chess Champion is defecting to the US, and he is asked why he is "leaving" Russia.
His response- "I leave NOTHING!" After which, he sings one of the most beautiful songs ever written, called "Anthem"... and my favorite line is the last one sung, and it says this-
"Let man's petty nations tear themselves apart...My land's only borders lie around my heart!"

Amen

I = Rock Star

Why? Because I auditioned for, was booked for, and completed a gig all in one day.

hell yeah!

it was a commercial, for the curious, for a Car Dealership, a TV voice over...

okay, done bragging, really I was just very pleased with myself, and thought I'd share...

onto some other things...
Squeaky is finally out of jail. She's sixty. She was charged with pointing a gun at Ford... Poor Gerald Ford, like, who did he ever hurt.
I digress. I don't know how to feel about Squeaky being out. I mean, it doesn't affect me one way or the other. She had been a Manson follower, but then turned states evidence against him in court in connection with the Tate /LaBianca murders, though I don't remember her exact role in said murders. Still, the fact that she was one of Manson's gang freaks me out, but... my goodness, that was decades ago, and we all know how people change. So, I dunno, perhaps it's the liberal in me, but, I think she's done her time and she should probably be very heavily monitored, but yeah, let her out of the Institution...
Meanwhile, Michael Vick has actually been signed to a football team...
Let me repeat this: the guy who was found guilty of not just fighting dogs, he TORTURED them, now has a job again. A really GOOD, well-paying job... Where is the justice? I do not know. I am not the Universe. And though I ultimately put my faith in the Divine, I must say that sometimes the Divine confuses me... Then again, maybe this has nothing at all to do with the Divine, and everything to do with free will... My whole point being, as much as I despise the guy, it is still not my place to judge him... though it's awfully hard not to.

It's raining outside, again. This is like the fifth day in a row here in Houston, which is amazing, because we basically went the whole summer with no rain. Wow. I love this!

Okay, that is all. I'm sorry I'm so tired, but I've been working my ass off and working out a lot, so, I must go get sleep.

I'll blog again soon!


xoxo,
Chris

Negative Energy of Rude People in Line at Walgreen's

First, I know it's uncool to talk on your cell phone at the register. I know this. In fact, I kind of frown up on doing it myself, and have probably done it enough times in my life to be able to count on one hand.

On the other hand, we live in a free country, and though it bothers the fuck outta me, if somebody is going to be rude and self-absorbed enough to do it, people should just let them and get past the incident, in my humble opinion.

Let me expound:
The other day I was at Walgreen's, buying stuff, duh. ( I LOVE 'pharamacies' and 'convenience stores' by the way, like, almost to the point of unhealthy addiction) Anyway, this sort of, well, brash woman with a grandiose attitude and a loud voice was bustling and storming through the store, shopping like a woman without a country, and all-the-while talking a mile-a-minute on her magical cell phone. Now, already, she's on my nerves. I mean, I'm in my own little world, shopping and getting things I need and enjoying the general ambience of Walgreens, whatever that means, but still this... well, this person ( I'm trying to be positive here ) is power-walking her way all over the store, carrying on a conversation loud enough for probably the entire store to hear.
Okay, fine, whatever... but then, ha ha, wouldn't ya know, and not that I really cared, but she ends up right in front of me in line. I was over it at this point. I just wanted my stuff, and I was tuning her out, just kind of eavesdropping every now and then.
Alright, well, at one point, as she's speaking, still loudly, as people are lined up behind her and before her in line, she intones "I know, it's just WEIRD!" Okay, so... then something happened that actually DID set me on edge... This very angry-looking, red-faced overweight gentleman turned her way, scowled and said "ya know what's WEIRD? talking on your cell phone at the register!!!"
Okay, I know, some of you are cheering him on at this point, right? That's fine, I get it, but... wow... I actually was more undone by his vocally awkward intrusion into her private business, and the manner in which he chose to express his displeasure. It was just... I don't know, unnerving. I guess the way I see it is this: Yes, it's annoying and rude to talk on your cell phone in line at the cash register, but damn, it's downright unsettling, I think, to get confrontational about it. It takes the negativity up a notch, and just fouls the energy of the space.

Apart from that, I just bought my first MGMT CD ( yes, I do still buy CDs, must as I love my little iPOD ) and I must say, I'm sorry I put off lisetning to them for so long.

Okay, I'm done for now.
I promise I'll have more to blog about soon, I've just been very busy recently.

xoxo,
Chris

Indispensible Commodities??? of Futurama Voices and Abdul-ish Choices

So, the cast of Futurama is getting their dough and all those who lick the boots of that mediocre show can now rejoice.

Ya know, good for them, because they are my compatriots, these VAs, my peers, my co-workers, in essence. I'm glad, despite the fact that I was one of the many males up to replace Fry ( supposedly ) in Billy West's stead. The thing is... I mean, argh, how does your humble bloggist say this? I can't get too excited because I fucking HATE Futurama! There. I ripped the Band-Aid off the wound and said it. But again, yay for the actors who held out, because, and this is a lesson all actors must learn about themselves, and live, no matter how much scorn they face: ACTORS HAVE VALUE! That is why so many of those who voice Anime do so many OTHER things with their voices, because the pay for dubbing Anime is, quite frankly, shit. So yes, we do commercials, and narrations, and audio books, and video games, and whatever else our agents can wrangle up for us, and oh while I'm on this rant: YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I CHARGE 'APPEARANCE FEES' AT CONVENTIONS!!! Why? Because, a. I've been in well over 100 shows and have voiced characters considered 'iconic' in the Zeitgeist of Anime culture and b. I'm a con 'veteran' and a member of the '50+' club, meaning I've attended well-over fifty conventions. Also, this may surprise many people but CONVENTIONS ARE WORK! Even when they're in England, or Chicago, or L.A., it's not all "holiday", believe me. And even apart from all that, when we appear at conventions we miss out on work and potential work. THAT having all been said, my appearance fee is still very modest by most people's standards...

WHEW!

Wow, that was sorta random...

Okay, onto the related Paula Abdul story.

How is Paula's 'not returning' to American Idol related?
Because, like the VA's for Futurama, she is simply holding out for more money, and again, rightfully so. That show would be NOTHING without the three original judges. If one leaves, the other two become an imbalanced force, and please, please don't tell me you think that woman they brought on last season could replace Paula... come on now!
And I know, the media is already reporting Paula's departure is in the bag, but just wait. They'll offer her more money, and she'll come back... and you know what?
GOOD FOR HER!


xoxo,
Chris

Bad Booth Words

hello friends, enemies, and all those in-between!

today I decided I wanted to talk about Voice Acting a bit, because one particular, kinda funny thing has been on my mind recently, since I've been voicing these Math Modules for LearningMate.

First, of all, I have to say I love doing eLearning work, because it's a great workout for the vocal instrument, it furthers your prowess at cold reading, and it's also pretty steady work.

But, one thing you discover really fast with this kind of work is what your BAD WORDS are. Meaning, the words that trip your tongue up, tangle your cheeks and overall just make you stop the take and say SHIT really loud into the mic, hopefully not deafening your engineer...

Mine, dear readers, is "substitute". I don't know why, but especially when I'm in a good narrating zone, and we're trucking along with these math modules, explaining the hell outta some algebra, whenever we come to the word "substitute", my mouth has the MOST difficult time pronouncing it. It almost feels like my tongue becomes momentarily, partially paralyzed, or that it has a very stupid mind of its own, and just doesn't want to say the word to full clarity. Argh! We all have words that trip us up, but man, nothing has ever vexed my sessions like "substitute".

Just though I'd share that little bit of booth biz with ya.

And, I'm very happy to say I have to new auditions for animated shows coming up this week that I'm pretty stoked about. Updates on those as they come, and best of luck to all of you in all you do!


xoxo,
Chris

Thanking Deity

For those of you who don't know, I practice magick. Pretty simple magick, for the most part, mainly to do with intention and visualization. When I'm very serious about it, I usually find the results to be quite potent. To all who are offended or concerned about the fact that I practice magick, I think you should know that to me, magick is a birthright, given to humankind by God, or however you choose to name or see Deity. And I never, ever, practice or spellcast in any way that would propogate negativity or cause harm. I always intend everything for the highest, greatest good. I'm sure there are even more of you who think this is all hoo-ha and silliness, but really, what I call "magick" could also be called Quantum Physics or Energy Work. In other words, though it's tied to spirit, I see it as mainly a scientific practice. It's an exercising of will.

Anyway, whether or not you agree with the practice of magick ( spelled with a 'k' so as to designate it from that art form of illusion which is highly practiced in Vegas, for example ), I still hope you can take something away from what's on my mind, and what spurred me to blog in such a manner today.

A current spell, if you will, that I am working on and finding very powerful is a breathing, visualization and intention exercise whose purpose it is to get you to a central place, where you can put out an intention in a very clear manner. And at the end, you are told to 'thank Deity'. For some reason, that part of the exercise really stuck out to me, because, even if you're a hardcore Atheist, a teetering Agnostic, or a devout Practicioner of any specific religion, I think it is important to thank... something. Whether it's God, or nature, or science, or energy, or even your parents for bringing you into this world, I think it's always important to be thankful. Because the fact alone that you exist, empowers you with the ability to do anything you want, no matter how you choose to do it.


xoxo,
Chris

Can We Please, For Fuck's Sake, Not Foster Ignorance ... Just For Like... oh I dunno, A Day???

I was listening to the morning radio show on the local pop station this morning, pretty-much because it always reminds me that I'm smarter than most of the sheepish population of our city. I know, that's arrogant, but it's the truth. I'm assuming most of the people who read this blog are pretty smart, or at least life-savvy as well, therefore you shouldn't feel as if I'm talking down to you.

So the morning show has this thing called Dumb Question Amnesty Day... Where basically listeners can call in and ask stupid questions, and not be laughed at for not knowing the answers.
Well, this particular morning, before the DJs even started taking calls from listeners, the female lead "on air personality" posed her own question: "Why do we say 'lambasted', when we really just mean talking smack". Now, I'm paraphrasing a bit, but you'll get the gist. She then went on to say, "I mean, doesn't the word 'lambasted' make it look like we're talking about basting lambs?"... Yes, people, she said that, to which the male lead "on air personality" responded. "Well, I mean, who TALKS like that anyway?! I mean, who would say 'oh, you lambasted him', when you can just say "man, I was doggin' on this guy!"....

Really?

Well, Mr. On Air Personality, I talk like that, you daft troglodite! I use words like "lambasted", "enunciate", "cerebral", "aforementioned", etc in my every day conversation, and that does not make me a pretentious dick wad. It means I read, am educated, and have an appreciation for the English language; which, might I add, I do not wish to see devolve in to nothing but l33t speak and street slang. Oh, by the way Mr. On Air Personality, 'devolve' means to de-evolve, to spiral down, to become less great. Okay? Thanks.

I'm sorry, but ignorance and the propagation of ignorance are things that really "grind my gears" ( thank you Seth MacFarlane ) when it comes to society in general, and especially to the preponderance of bombardment of Pop-Culture hoopla, which seems to be rife with some form of anti-intellectual "newspeak".

Everybody, please, read or watch 1984, and maybe you'll start to be concerned about this kind of thing as much as your humble bloggist.


that is all for now


end of line ( yay Tron )


Chris

Down With Love!

Wow,

Day two and I'm already breaking form. Because this entry has fuck-all to do with Pop-Culture and is all about... well, me.

Because, ladies and gentlemen, I was dumped today.
While it was a shock, I had sort of known, or sensed it was coming for a while. Still, the way it came about and was told to me was just really odd and surprising, and it, in some ways, did seem to come out of nowhere.

So, to all the broken hearts out there... tonight, this blog's for you!


xoxo,
Chris

A Fan With Boundary Issues, or, Stay the FUCK Outta My Personal Space!

Recently, while making one of my many Guest Appearances at an Anime Convention, something a bit, well, unprecedented happened. To put it politely, I would say that a fan of mine got a bit gregarious. To put it harshly, I would say I was the victim of low-grade assault.

Here's the story:
I was delivering one of my pseudo-notorious "Chris Patton Shares Too Much" panels, and I was getting into the nitty-gritty of one of the more sexual sub-sections of the discussion, when this DOUCHEBAG approached me, on stage, and proceeded to grab my head. He grabbed it, all vise like, to where I couldn't move, extended his tongue, and licked up one side of my face, and across my forehead!!!... slowly and roughly, mind you.... ICK. Fucking nasty! And, keep in mind, please, that this was done with no provocation, or certainly invitation! It was just out-of-the-blue, random-ass personal space invasion!

Probably sounds fairly simple, but it really was kind of shocking
and disgusting. I immediately took hand sanitizer out of my pocket
and wiped my cheek and forhead with it, which burned, but was still better than having strange spit all up and over my face.

Anyway, security through the guy out, and I was asked if I wanted dto press charges. "Nah", I said, "it was just really weird... and gross." And I let it go as well as I could. But, to be honest, it fucking pissed me off.

This isn't the first time a fan has gotten up in my shit, or even done something relatively inappropriate, but this particular incident was just beyond the pale.

So, to anybody who wants to lick my face, touch my junk, rip my clothes off, kiss me violently, throw me on the ground, or try and kick my ass 'cause you're a dub-hater, whatever... just... don't... or at least ASK before you do any of the above-mentioned things...

kthx!
Chris

All Over the Map... If I Blog It, Will They Come???

Good morning, blogosfolks.

As I woke up at the ass-crack of dawn, meandered my way to the gym in my little Kia, and began letting the cogs of my brain-machine turn, I knew after five minutes that I would not be able to stick to one subject today, as I would like to, and as I usually will here on Pop-Culture Poop.

But today, there's simply too much bouncing around the old noggin.

First, I wanna say that I'm so stoked the 3D Gophers kicked the Wizard's ass at the Box Office! Not that I'm a Harry Hater, but I do think it's cool to sometimes see Goliath felled by David, especially in Hollywood. I have yet to see G-Force, but am going to make a go of it this weekend. I'm a totaly 3D nerd, for the record.

Moving on, I want to talk about my experience with Bruno whilst in the lovely city of St. Louis. I was there, of course, for a convention appearance ( for those of you who don't know your humble Bloggist is a Voice Actor, and often gets asked to make appearances at Anime Conventions due to his body of work voicing very pretty-boyish characters in said field ), and also in attendance was my friend John, whom I convinced to take me to a Friday night showing of Bruno.
Let me start by saying that John, a lovely hetero friend of mine, is a total trooper for sticking it out, first of all, and big ups, as it were, to any straight dude who can make it through that cringe-inducing film. Biggest props, I suppose, must be given to Sacha Baron Cohen for being a completely fearless heterosexual actor, and engaging in some of the shenanigans he got up to in this, his second Hollywood Blockbuster, riding of course on the coattails of the blazing success of Borat.
I guess my feelings about this film were mixed. I loved Borat from beginning to end, and while it was outrageous, offensive, and awesomely over-the-top, I thought Bruno pushed the taste boundaries a bit too far, and for me, that's saying a LOT! Don't get me wrong, I laughed my ass off, but, wow, a few of the scenes just went way beyond the land of necessary and right into disgusting territory.
I believe when it all comes down to a finer point, or under the microscope of analysis, I prefer Sacha Baron Cohen as a character actor outside the realm of his three most-famous characters, Ali G, Borat, and Bruno. I can more greatly appreciate Baron Cohen in roles such as that of Pirelli in that dreadful Tim Burton disaster remake of Sweeney Todd. In fact, I would say SBC and Alan Rickman (godlike actor!) were the only two decent things about that piece of shit film. But I digress.
So, if you're totally down with ultra-homo-erotic dirty dirty over-the-top humor, and love SBC's style of shock comedy, you MUST check out Bruno. If you're squeamish, stay away!

Okay, please indulge me as I get into weird territory here, and let me bitch for a bit, about the gym. Yes, "Gay Church", the Sweat Factory, the place of iron-pumping, etc... I love the gym. It's great. Possibly the greatest stress relief that exists apart from riding roller coasters, in your humble Bloggist's opinion. But lately I've become aware of a disturbing trend.
It seems that in the new United States of Paranoia, of which, I might add, I'm a proud citizen, things have gotten, again, over-the-top, this time in the realm of our war against germs.
It used to be that after using a circuit machine, or a cardio machine, you would simply do your fellow gymgoer the courtesy of wiping your sweat from the surface of said object... Now, however, at least at my gym, people have taken to spraying some toxic-looking green chemical on coarse paper towels and wiping down the machines with the strange solution.
Call me crazy, but I'd rather a machine just be wiped dry, than have to face sitting in a pool of "germ-killing" fluid whilst working ab-reps... Ironic, especially, since I'm a germaphobe. But even as a germaphobe, I believe cleanliness can go beyond Godliness, and head straight to Obssesiveness.
Argh!

Okay, I'm done for now, as I must go do post-workout stretching and get ready for a recording session at 9 am

Tune in next BLOG TIME when I talk about how I was assaulted by a fan with boundary issues at a recent con! No, seriously! ( and to the good people who run that con, I will NOT name your event, and I do NOT hold you all responsible, at all! )

'Til next time!

Your Humble Bloggist,
Chris

First Communique' - Everybody Get Ready!

Hello Pop-Culture People!

Please allow me to introduce myself:
I am Chris, and I am an actor / singer / voice over artist / writer / and self-proclaimed Pop-Culture Guru, which also means over-opinionated bastard.

Follow me along on this ride, and let's have some fun together, as we follow the ridiculousness of the world of Pop-Culture and life in general!


peace for now, luvs!
do keep checking in!


Chris