I am Tyler. Tyler I am. But I am not Sam. Sam I am not. I’m 30+ years old, perpetually tired, a diabetic with Tourette Syndrome, a singer and actor, a designer, a student of life, a freelance sound and video technician, and a writer. I live in Regina, Saskatchewan in a basement.
I have been blogging for longer than I care to admit, and go through spurts of inspiration where I can write several posts a day to dry streaks where I don’t write anything for months. It usually depends on what kind of work I am doing.
Back when I was younger, I found every excuse to get dressed up. Now, I usually wear jeans. Except to weddings, funerals, and other special occasions. I’ve been to probably about 4 weddings a year for the past decade, and it was last year that I first went to one where I wasn’t working. I didn’t know what to do with myself.
Unlike some people, I never thought that I was cool. But that didn’t stop me. I did write a lot of random stuff – poetry, short stories, and articles. Maybe someday I will post some of them here.
Now that I am a little bit older – I writer plays and musicals. Because I can. I have realized that I am pretty boring and really have no opinion other than my own. I do tend to share it quite a bit though. Because after all – I am probably right about something. Or not.
I often procrastinate until the very last minute – I once wrote a ten page paper in the 2 classes I had before it was due. I got an A on it. All through university, I wrote my English papers the night before – it seemed to work for me, but I wouldn’t suggest trying it yourself. I once went to school for a BFA, a BA, and a diploma. I actually never finished any of these degrees.
I do not like winter at all – and it is because of this that I have a plan to someday meet a girl from California, get married, and move to Los Angeles where we will live in the sun (this may be pure nonsense).
I can sometimes make people laugh – and isn’t that better than not at all?
A final little piece of information – I was born on January 1, 1985. No, I wasn’t the first baby born – there were eight girls born before me. And no – they are not my sisters and I don’t think I know any of them. Though you never know. I did once meet a girl who was born exactly a year after me.