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"When you're down, and troubled, and you need a helping hand? When
nothing...no, NOTHING is going right? Close your eyes..."
More about Kevin
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Occupation:
writer/director
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Hobbies and Interests:
baseball, music, movies, reading, theatre
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Favorite Books:
The Virgin Suicides, When I Was Five I Killed Myself, Choke, The Death of Ivan Ilyich, Notes from Underground, Carter Beats the Devil, and Lolita.
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Favorite Movies:
Searching for Bobby Fisher, The Godfather, A Clockwork Orange, Jaws, Pulp Fiction, Memento, The Caine Mutiny, Casablanca, Clue, Willy Wonka, Fargo
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Favorite Music:
XTC, the Beatles, Elvis Costello, Bruce Springsteen, the Who, Turin Brakes, Rufus Wainwright, Prince, the White Stripes, Terence Trent D'Arby, the Flaming Lips, Neil Young, Frank Sinatra, Roberta Flack, Talking Heads, the Cure...
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Favorite TV Shows:
M*A*S*H, The Dick Van Dyke Show, the Bob Newhart Show, Twin Peaks, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, ER, The Simpsons, The Practice, The Brak Show, Home Movies, Taxi
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Zodiac Sign:
Libra
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About Me:
When you're down, and troubled, and you need a helping hand? When
nothing...no, NOTHING is going right? Close your eyes and think of me,
and soon I will be there, unless it's late, because I'll have gone to bed.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Paul McCartney, Andy Partridge, Elvis Costello, Stan Lee, and Animal
from the Muppets.
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understands what you need, and gives it
to you, before you even think to ask.
For me, often, that is a head scratch.
nowadays, there's loads of folks out there who
want to claim charter membership in that
special union of nerds who liked the x-men
before it was a big budget hollywood
franchise, or of that bunch of pseudo-hipsters
who want to claim they were retro before they
were retro. but my friends, back in the day...
well, back in the first half of the 1990's
anyway, when this cat got a 40 of malt liquor
in him on a friday afternoon of blowing off his
collegiate responsibilities, he could reference
the best of the simpsons, say 'snikt' and mean
it, and extol the virtues of all the unreleased
led zeppelin b-sides faster than you could
throw on a trucker cap at a strokes concert.
of "knight" for "night" was on purpose,
of course. It refers to the fact that
Kevin truly is a knight among men.
is awesome and damn if I don't wish
that he and his lovely wife lived in
our town. HOWEVER--during college, he
was the RA in my dorm. The ONE time I
had to ask him a favor, I knocked on
his door in the middle of the knight.
After hearing his voice
whisper/shout "SHUT UP!" a few times in
his room, he answered the door with a
set of jumper cables in his hand,
dragging a car battery behind him.
There was a lot of sweat on his
forehead, and what he described
as "strawberry sauce" all over his
forearms. When I asked him about the
whimpering in the background, he just
muttered "damn dogs," and then slammed
the door in my face. The next morning,
when I asked him about it, he said he
didn't remember seeing me at all.
I've kept that inside for 10 years.
Don't tell Kevin I told you.
and nicest guys I know. He knows his
music and what he likes. He also gives
great advice! All in all, he's a class
act. Clark Kent has got nothing on
this guy.
guys I know. And not just when he
is "trying" to be funny, either. Did
you know that, when he's sitting in a
straight-backed chair, by opening and
closing his legs (so that the knees
nearly knock together), he can make his
tummy move up and down? What a party
trick!