Well then howdy y'all. God help me if I ever talk like that in real life. I'm a 20 year old lanky college student in my 4th semester. Fell in love with theatre and acting at 16 at the hands of a woman named Christa Whittaker; decided to pursue it as a career. First year of college I realized that if that was going to be my career, I would need something to make actual money, so I fell in love with lighting at the hands of her husband, Bob Whittaker, for a few reasons: 1. the first time I ever met Bob was when I was 16. TGIF. after show. turn to give his wife a hug. hit waitress, forget about christa, start apoligizing to waitress all at once. my hand drifts down on top of christa's chest. A 7" blade is running across bob's thumb across from me. Friends ever since. 2. Before I cleaned it up (a bit) I'd ingested a number of substances that had cemented an intense appreciation of colors. 3. I'm slightly color blind. I hail from a small college in NW Florida, and spend most of my time at the Mattie Kelly Arts Center. For such a small town/college we're outrageously privileged thanks to a woman named Mattie and the foundation people who b*tch over her money. Our mainstage seats 1600, our blackbox seats almost 200, and our ampitheatre can seat around 4000 with the grass. We ahve a fullsize 2 door loading dock and wood/metal/welding shop. I get to work with a full size grandMA board pretty much whenever I want to and only when I can figure it out. Really wish I could get hired onto a house crew contract but unfortunately that won't happen for awhile cuz I didn't clean it up in time (haha). I also need a dang job.