Best Concert: When I lived in Boston, I went to see Cheetah Chrome and some other old punks in some sort of “We’re Not Dead Yet” concert. They were ok, but the closing act was a young punk group called the Toilet Boys. At the request of the singer there was a speed stripping contest, not at his* request, the singer was french kissed by a hardcore fan, fireballs were blown by the guitarist, fireballs were dodged by the crowd, the smell of burnt hair filled the venue, and the guitarist played a flaming guitar while it melted. That was pretty awesome.
* The lead singer was gender ambiguous, and I wasn't sure if he was a transvestite or a transexual. I had to look up the band's Wikipedia page to determine the proper pronoun for Miss Guy. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toilet_B%C3%B6ys
Sports Played: None well. I was the consummate nerd growing up, and while I am in good shape now, I am not particularly good at any sports. I once earned a reputation for making impossible catches in flag football, even though I couldn’t catch a simple pass targeted at my chest. If I could master any sport, it would be the caber toss.
Favorite Song to Sing: There is a YouTube video of me singing Copa Cabana at karaoke, but that is not my favorite song. My favorite is probably “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” by Deep Blue Something. I believe that it very quickly gets stuck in people’s head, so I occasionally use it as an instrument of torture.
In the Morning: I sleep (or laze in bed) until the last possible minute, and then I quickly shower, dress, and rush out the door. Sometimes I do things in the wrong order and end up in the street naked and wet.
Jobs Before Modeling: Cosmos-tolegist. (You should have seen the Milky Way’s nails after I was done with them. And yes, I realize this is a terrible joke. If it isn't clear by now, I know when I have made a terrible joke, but I often don't have the willpower to refuse to make the joke.)