bio
please use this page to curb any temptation of forwarding me annoying surveys. thank you. ~mgmt
the basics:
full name: danielle erin corsetto
sex: tomboy
dob: 3.23.81
pob: san jose, california
grew up: frederick, md
family: parents (sharyl and craig) and brother (brent)
school: urbana high school, shepherd college (BFA in photography/digital imaging/bullshitting)
vanity stats:
height: a towering 5’3”
weight: 105 lb. (bring it on!)
eyes: greenish hazel
ears: 10-gauge holes in the ears that are mighty expensive to fill
hair: color tends to change with the seasons, and style is trying desperately NOT to fall into the category of “mullet”
clothes: during my pathetic unemployment stage, my “business casual” has comprised of a bandanna, tank top and ripped up jeans (if you’re lucky)
makeup? i'm mary kay's worst nightmare, so i try to stay away from the facepaint, although you might catch me with a little cover-up and a touch of eyeshadow
current info:
work: did i mention “unemployed?” there’s a resumé in this secion, y’know...
living: in a rockin' 70's-style apartment on the edge of shep'town with my friend kris
car: ’93 accord wagon (christened "meredith" by park)
favorites (misc):
colors: dark oranges and browns, greys, reds
flower: tulips, lilacs, mums and roses (when i'm feeling an estrogen kick)
scents: fresh tomato plants, colognes that remind me of people i love, lilacs, emily and adam
obsessions: jeff buckley, "the adventures of priscilla, queen of the desert," janeane garofalo, and kevin smith movies. but don't quiz me - i'm a sad excuse for a die-hard fan.
favorites (entertainment):
bands: u2, drain sth, wilco, coldplay, type O neg, spacehog, roger clyne and the peacemakers, the b-52’s, megadeth, ours, days of the new, dahlia, system of a down, radiohead, sevendust (i know, none of these fit together), ozzy, joan osborne, tracey bonham, joni mitchell... gimme a day...
musicians: jeff buckley, tori amos, ani difranco, alanis morrissette, fiona apple, john hiatt, rob dougan, rufus wainright, rob dougan
movies: lost in translation, chasing amy (and all other kev smith films), moulin rouge, priscilla queen of the desert, vanilla sky, the lord of the rings movies, anything involving cannibalism (like ravenous and hannibal movies... what can i say, i love me a good flesh-eating joke), all dogs go to heaven, back to the future and
ghostbusters... to list a few...
actors: jason lee, probably above all
books: bluebeard (vonnegut), neverending story, watership down
writers: kurt vonnegut. but i don’t read much.
favorites (visual arts):
comic strips: zits, get fuzzy, foxtrot, liberty meadows, calvin and hobbes, for better or for worse, luann, pearls before swine
comic books: y the last man, fade from blue, and although it’s really a graphic novel, “blankets” by craig thompson
webcomics: wapsi square, pvp, in his likeness, something positive (although the art is iffy, randy has a mystical way of getting me hooked on the story)
cartoonists: frank cho, scott kurtz, paul taylor, bill amend, the zits artists
comic book artists: adam hughes, phil noto, j.g. jones, terry dodson
photographers: sally mann, petter hegre, nan goldin
artists: andrew wyeth, egon schiele, chuck close
favorites (food):
can’t eat: i have
celiac disease, so gluten is off the diet (for those who haven’t heard my rant yet, that’s anything with wheat, rye or barley in it), and so is other people’s dairy products (traumatic experiences from the past)
crave: whole maine lobster, breyers ice cream, corn on the cob, chocolate, hot cocoa, sushi, earl grey teah, med-rare steak, raspberries... oh my god... i can’t explain it. i obsess over very few things. food is one of them.
candy: three musketeers, dark chocolate, tootsie rolls, nerds, salt water taffy... i should’ve never made this section... i’m slobbering all over...
the desert menu: if you know a restaurant that serves a killer crème brulee or cheesecake, i’m in – they’re gluten-free!
alcohol: rolling rock (the celiac beer!), red wine, white wine, another glass of wine, screwdrivers, pineapple bombs (thanks, anthony!)
“but what i don’t like is”...
sounds: radio static. people talking like retards when they encounter babies and animals. fake laughter.
questions: “so, did you go to school for this” (danielle translation: “so, to which institution do you owe all of your skills and knowledge?”)
foods: cooked carrots, squishy vegetables, stuffing, french toast and waffles. i know, i'm weird and unamerican.
music: really really bad lyrics (note to david: eagle eye cherry falls under this category, log-on-the-fire boy)
generalizations: "all gay people are flamboyant and promiscuous." i beg to differ!
people: salespeople, and employers who insist that you must be a salesperson.
communication: forwarded e-mails that i’ve received since day one of using AOL, AIM (most of the time), and phones. i really hate phones. e-mail me, send me a letter, leave me a note, talk to me in person, but for god’s sake, don’t call me.
customers: people who give employees a hard time and treat waiters and waitresses like servants.
nerves: talking in front of groups. dancing. i can’t do either. i turn into a beet and start squeaking like a 12-year-old boy in a stripclub. A WORD OF ADVICE: unless i'm drunk (mike and tal being two people who know exactly what i'm talking about), do NOT force or even encourage me to dance! i will kick and scream! i've kicked and screamed since my aunt candy's wedding in fifth grade. i like being a wallflower, dammit!
nervous habits: picking around my fingernails and curling my toes.
feelings: i've got a few. first and above all, letting someone down, especially when i promised them i'd follow through. second, accepting gifts. i'm always afraid i'm going to come off as either fake ("oooooooohhh my god!! i love it!!!" which is usually the honest answer), or as though i could care less ("geez... thank you." which is me saying, "I DIDN'T GET YOU ANYTHING!! I DON'T DESERVE THIS!!! I DON'T DESERVE YOU!!!")
guilty:
physical weirdness: hitchhiker's thumb and clam tongue. i do demonstrations for free, just ask!
downfalls: i get arrogant and self-absorbed at times, especially when it comes to my work. i'm sure there are a lot of other little nuances, but i'm obviously not the one who has to put up with them, so speak up.
past: i used to wear mc hammer pants... when mc hammer was soooooo out of style. like, when i was 14 and the mc hammer fad was six years old. yeah. i also occasionally sewed something up for myself. occasionally, it would look good enough to have been sold at your local k-mart or value city. on the clearance rack. with no price tag.
gross: nose-picking, wedgie-picking, and picking lint out of my toes. but i’d bet i have better personal hygiene because of it.
clothes: spending so much at goodwill that i have to use my credit card. can you believe that? goodwill takes credit card! and yes, i’m a touch girly when it comes to clothes shopping. i loooooooooove clothes (although i almost ALWAYS end up altering them)
journey: yes, journey the band. i cry when i hear the first few bars of "don't stop believing.”
relationships (but not necessarily the mushy kind):
sign: i'm an aries, but i'm close enough to pisces to be sweet every so often.
are you really an aries?: yes, i put a little bit of faith in the sun-and-moon stuff. i'm too much of a power-hungry bitch NOT to be an aries, and i've dated 75% cancers (my brother's sign. freud would love it). fair warning, crabs: "emotional cancers" are supposed to watch out for us "hot-headed aries." i break a lot of cancer heart.
status: i've got this great guy on my hands, so i'm actually playing the monogomous game for awhile (i know! me!). i'm not happy being tied down, but he's pretty damn understanding about it.
what i look for: common sense, culture, an open mind, self-motivation. someone who's interested in me. someone i can talk art with, who likes music - a LOT - and who's game for almost anything. someone who can focus on a person, who can recognize their own faults and work on them, who is not afraid of change, who is selfless by nature. people who can go to a restaurant alone and enjoy themselves, who don’t judge people by their looks, and who love travelling.
what i run away from: people who can recite their own personals ads, especially guys who follow up with stupid questions like, "i'm smart and funny and hot. why won't girls date me?" because you introduce yourselves with questions like THAT, you stupid pigs! couch potatoes are typically out, too.
looks grow on me with a good personality – even beautiful people can get ugly after one nasty comment.
first impressions: natural laughs or smiles, clothes that i can't stop staring at, apparent independence. i strike up conversations with people who look interesting to me and look like they can hold their own. confidence is a turn-on; ego is a turn-off.
