Alec is an avid writer, reader, watcher and weekend film makers based out of… some underground lair in the Caribbean probably.

He was born at the same lake were fairytale king Ludwig II of Bavaria drowned, at the same date Goethe and Tolstoy were born and Martin Luther King Jr. gave his ‘I have a dream’ speech. Not that all of this means anything.

He is a self-proclaimed humanitarian with a mission to the wretched of the earth, and proud of it. Will bore you to madness about what he does if you let him. Don’t. He pretends to be cool. Surfs and plays the guitar. Badly. Educated more or less. Magna Cum Laude in the School Of Hard Knocks. Passed Theology thanks to some friends upstairs. Long-lost son of Charlotte Corday. There is a debate as to how many languages he truly speaks. It may be five. No, three. Wait, no, four. But less than ten. We think.

Moonshines as a Freelance Writer, Graphic Artist, Video Editor, Photographer and Nerf Herder. Singlehandedly helped Al Gore invent the intertube. Has occasional bouts of Grandeur. Rejection slips usually settle the issue. Is painfully aware of his uncanny resemblance to a certain Supermodel. Gets very sore when the subject is brought up. He will not do Blue Steel on request. Maybe if you ask nicely. But not Magnum. The world is not yet ready for it.

Has continous beefs with the likes of Kant and Rand and anyone else staking claims on philosophy. Fancies himself a Broadway Triple Threat. Simon Cowell would agree. Especially the ‘threat’ part. Go figure. Knows the lyrics to every Newsies song. Not to mention West Side Story. Can quote any line from Princess Bride. Suffers from cronic EOP (Excess of Personality). Recovery not likely.

He also seems to have way too much fun writing in Third Person.