I was born in Winnipeg, Canada, to a pair of American hippie intellectuals who have smoked 73 varieties of marijuana combined.  As a result I am a dual citizen who is pathologically easygoing.

I was educated at St. John’s High School (go Tigers!), the University of Winnipeg (go Bruins!), and the American Film Institute (go David Lynch!) before I began working my way up the Hollywood pommel horse.  I became an assistant and was really, really good at it (I could type 100 wpm, cut a melon to your exact specs and not tell your wife about the starlet’s panties in your left desk drawer).  I worked as a script reader for Dreamworks.  I was a director’s assistant and had the best time of my life working on the worst movie in the universe.  (Don’t believe me?  Go rent it:  “Silence of the Hams”.  It’s in the “Seriously?!” section at Blockbuster.)

I met Joy Gohring who would later become my friend, sometime writing partner, and personal valet.  We created a live comedy show and performed at the Aspen Comedy Festival.  We created and produced “Ripe Tomatoes” a sketch comedy show for Carsey-Werner and The Oxygen Network.  I’m quite proud of that show, and I’ve heard that the 17 midwestern housewives who got to see it when the network launched really, really liked it.

My first stab at directing was “Sorority Sluts 3: Spring Break! (The Outtakes)”, a PG rated comedy about XXX-rated film.  It has delighted and/or offended viewers in film festivals around the world and is one of the most-watched videos on “FunnyorDie.com”.

I’m a member of the DGA, the WGA (and its shy Canadian cousin, the WGC), SAG,  and AFTRA.

In my jobs as writer, producer, director and actor I have worked with Comedy Central, Disney, Nickelodeon, PBS, The Oxygen Network, Showcase, The Movie Network, UPN, VH-1, Noggin, CTV, The Family Channel and The CBC.  On The World Wide Internets my shorts and public service announcements have been viewed millions of times, and no, not all of those hits are because of my mom. 

I am particularly proud of having found, bagged, and married the 2nd greatest human on the planet (the greatest is the guy who invented “The Ped-Egg”.  Him I admire from afar).  I am also unnaturally proud my daughter, who, despite my guilt over having had many sips of beer while pregnant, has not turned out to be an ugly moron.

There’s more to tell.  Look for my autobiography, “Laughing on the Outside, Farting on the Inside” on bookshelves sometime next year.  Or not.