I like to think of myself as a modest, down to earth person. I'm happy with where I am in life, but I'll never think it's beneath me to work a crappy service industry job or it's equivalent. We all have our low points, and we all fall.

I had tickets to see them in Vancouver, and then about 2 weeks before the concert, I got a job in the interior that would start the day after the concert. I love my job, but still, there's a lingering resentment towards it.

How do Faroe Islanders find sheep in tall grass?

Hate him. That's the absolute right reaction to have.

I must admit, I did not get this reference at first (a "Harry Poon" moment, if you will).

In my bartending days, I got a call one night for a guy looking for his friend, who he said was a regular, Harry, last name Poon. The place was empty that night, and I said we had no regulars of that name, but he was so insistent I call out his friend by his full name. I asked him, "why do you want me to call out the…

I'm in my mid thirties and suffer from 'Dave Foley Syndrome.' (I look really young and when I do start to age it will be a lot of bloating, grey hair and just generally looking really weird, but with no lines.)