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The Official Vanity Page of Casey Caston
Vanity Kills
So you came here looking for dirt, didja? Well, as my friend Madge used to say, "You're soaking in it."

I was going to spout off at how trendy it is to put up a vanity page and how the only reason I'm putting the thing up in the first place is to either add a "human element" to the otherwise faceless and impersonal Internet, or because you want to see if I'm cute enough to ask out on a date. But it's become too trendy to spout off about vanity pages...

Below is some general information about me, me, me. If any of it seems to follow any discernable patterns, please send an email to casey at drowning dot com about it...you'll have done better than $15,000 worth of therapists ever did.





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Honest Puck Productions


Cafe

I'm a 30-year-old San Franciscan; a native Californian; a vegetarian; graphic designer at CNET: The Computer Network; openly queer; a former student at the UC Santa Barbara (studying art - new forms: photography, video, installation and performance); a veteran Barista, (Espresso maker); an ex-smoker, but hopefully not an arrogant one.

My hobbies include American Sign Language; Queer Theory and literature; Studying Voudou, Santeria and other non-traditional spiritualities; Music (including Jazz, Punk, Gothic/Industrial, Eighties Pop, and many others); computer gaming; and not surprisingly, image manipulation and Web design.




I also have an online diary, hosted by Diaryland. They have a rather nice service, and if you're looking to publish daily/irregular writing on the Web, they're quite suitable for such a thing.


Whoops.
In a strange and dramatic change from my first 27 years, I've been able to make my roommate ill while I'm on the phone...Yes, I'm currently in a relationship. It's been an interesting two years (and some) with Paul. We met at a New Year's party at his upstairs neighbor's house and immediately hit it off. Though he did scare me on our first date with scary chinese food in front of a 25 pound bag of MSG, and ordering "Jim Beam, Neat" at a bar afterwards. but I'm sure he's learned much about me that scares him, so it all works out in the end.

If you'd like to read about his trip across the country in his new beetle, you may read his site.