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Timothy A. Perdue

Timothy A. Perdue is a wannabe filmmaker that our 'documentary ' cameras followed as he attempted to make his Science Fiction Epic.

Timothy ~~screaming at~~ directing some poor schlub

Timothy calling to get financing for his movie

Timothy having a friendly chat with the Clapper Boy

Timothy A. Perdue: Filmmaker

Timothy A. Perdue was none other than the incomparably brilliant Jonathan Byers.

Jonathan Byers Bio

To quote a book I re-read recently- 'By the time he was eight he knew he would never be a Great Actress'. Clearly I have spent the last twenty six to thirty eight years (depending on time of day and who you ask) guaranteeing that this particular quote is not set down in history as a work of fiction.
I was virtually raised in the Thea-tah, having been on stage since I can remember (Thursday. Two-ish.) but like every willful and rebellious child I have ensured that this education was a fruitless waste of time and energy. I have successfully blocked most of my earlier attempts at the stage from both my mind and the minds of others, no thanks to my mother, but there are a couple of shining moments. I have appeared intentionally in a variety of genres from restoration (School For Scandal), modern comedy (Beyond Therapy), classical (The Canterbury Tales) and annoying crap (Shakespeare. Sorry.). But I'm not going to tell you any more in case you were there and have a curiously conflicting opinion. Not that you would- being clever, astute and downright sexy. Well one good stage deserves a catwalk. I spent some time walking the runway (as a woman) which was fun while it lasted but that was clearly several years and many pounds ago. Since then I investigated the world that happens behind the scenes (it's dirty) becoming involved in everything from set decoration, sound and lighting to welding and construction. In addition I have done a bit of extra work- firmly entrenching my hatred of Prime Time Dramas (Really- after Dynasty what can you do?). Recently I've found myself a new sort of notoriety as Miss Ann Thropic- friend to lesbians, performance artist and general short skirted party babe about town. I'd tell you to go see one of the shows but I hear she's a drunk and sings on tables. That just can't be right.
Well somehow that led to this (Thanks Ryan). I have no idea why I was chosen but I suspect that Jamie had some of the rufie coladas I was serving and I pulled one over on the both of them. And to be frank- that night is none of your business. But let me just say- it's a miracle I can walk at all. The ensuing humiliation that will ensue from my stunningly mediocre performance in this epic will be something i will treasure with all of my heart until my overdose. Which could be any moment now.