Since I'm my own favorite subject to talk about (and mostly because I feel like writing something even though my creativity's pretty tapped out for the night), here's 10 mildly interesting things about me: 1. I have a round scar on the back of each of my hands. I have no idea how they got there, but I've had them for years. However, the scars on my left hand and arm from the time I locked myself out of my apartment and had to break back in are still there. 2. I've been skydiving. 3. Immediately following a midterm exam in college, I did seven shots of tequila in under half an hour, then managed to cover it well enough to convince several friends I was sober. 4. When I was a baby, I used to eat paper. My parents would have to label the cans with a permanent marker as soon as they got them home; otherwise, I'd eat the label and they'd have mystery can. I once ate the rent check. 5. Last year, I flew from L.A. to Boston and back for a trip that had me back in Los Angeles 26 hours after I left. And it wasn't even for business. 6. One night at a bar, the co-workers I was with told me they didn't believe me that underneath the mostly-preppy-guy exterior, I'm a rocker. So I got up with the bar band and sang lead on a balls-to-the-wall rock song. They believed me then. 7. My family's burial plot is next to where Julius and Ethel Rosenberg are buried. 8. I have a degree in Psychology. I'm doing absolutely nothing with it. 9. One of my prized possessions is the movie poster for The Matrix I have in my bedroom -- it's a limited-edition signed by the Wachowski brothers. I looooooooove The Matrix, it's my all-time favorite movie. The first time I saw it, I had to go clubbing afterwards to burn off all the excess mental energy I had from seeing the movie. 10. When I first moved to Los Angeles, people thought I was a native because I'd been overstressing my "r"s ever since I'd moved to Boston in an effort to keep from picking up the Boston accent. But the Brooklyn accent is genetically installed in me -- whenever I get drunk, tired, angry or stressed, it comes out.