Dan C. Steele

Dan Steele died doing what he loved the most, saving small children/puppies from buildings ON FIRE. A web-producer, playwright, blogger and all around music lover, this tragedy comes as no shock to his friends who have been quoted as saying “he was too good for this world”. He is survived by a bare refrigerator, a full TiVo and his Ace of Base “The Sign” CD (the first one he ever purchased). Services will be held next week. Venue TBD.This blog is dedicated to the lovely ladies behind the counter at Subway Store #1058, you truly are Sandwich Artists.
Ramblings: www.danofsteele.com
Web-Series: www.lostangeles.tv

Adam C. Morse

Adam Morse was discovered by a team of Scandinavian mountain climbers in Kashmir sometime in the late 1980’s. The locals called him haraaf daas mafi which translates in English to “white haired devil boy”. At the age of 5 he made money wrestling mountain goats in front of the local villagers and lived off the scraps of food they threw at him.

Dr. Stoltengerb of the Oslo University College took Adam back to his native Norway for studying and found that in addition to having a love for throwing his own feces and biting he was also an accomplished musician and rubiks cube solver. Adam and Dr. Stoltengerb became very good friends over the years and their studies were infamous throughout northern Europe. In 2006, after publicly stating Dr. Stoltengerb’s recent papers on Thermodynamics were “utter garbage” a humiliated Adam left Norway to live in Los Angeles, California. He resides there to this day where he designs grand master plans, which are pretty freakin awesome.
Secret Internet Domains: Portfolio & Band

Paul A. Gibson

Paul A. Gibson spent his formative years working in a sticky-note factory. To pass the time during 12-hour shifts he would perform Radioheads discography from start to finish, a capella, with industrial accompaniment. He was fired because he was unwilling to mess up his set list by taking requests, or, as his boss called them, direct orders. After that he worked for an internet start-up company despite knowing nothing about technology, but that was fine, because the company had no products or customers. He is currently trying to buy liquor with food stamps and is about to make a scene in front of everybody. He follows your daughter on Twitter and makes a mean ratatouille. He lives in Highland Park, but not the one you’re thinking of.

Garrett A. Miller

Garrett Miller respects people who wear American Flag sweatpants. This is not for political reasons, it’s just basic respect for Charles Darwin. You don’t fuck with someone in American Flag sweatpants. The only reason we mention this is to establish the degree of respect that Garrett holds for people that can kick his ass.

He also holds a healthy regard for people that can create music better than himself. This includes 100% of the human race. No, we’re not talking 99.9% of the population. We’re looking at seven billion people here, folks. Garrett sings in the shower and an angel cuts his own wings off. And even that’s an understatement.

What Garrett lacks in musical talent, however, he makes up for in general awesomeness. He also makes a mean sweet potato soup, but that’s neither here nor there. Unless you’re a lady. In which case he’ll see you at 8pm, his place. No, just kidding, he’s taken. But the soup is fantastic, you really should try it. Secret internet domains: Portfolio & Studio

Dulani R. Wallace

Known for inventing a unit of time based on Fela Kuti jams, Dulani Richard Wallace hails from the Port of San Francisco. He washed ashore the city’s waterfront in the 70s and, in no time, began suckling off the hypnotic beats stylized by the Afrobeat legend. It was in the 80s when a young, unfuzzed Dulani completely forfeited the 12-hour clock and brought to fruition the Roforofo, a unit of time equaling 60 standard minutes. History was made. A graduate of the Post Meridien University of Time Banditry, Dulani spent seven Kalakuta (weeks) pondering his next move–Los Angeles.

Ikoyi (years) have come and gone, and Mr. Wallace still lives in the City of Angels in the same old shire known as Burbank. Beware of Smog.

Joe I. Perez

Joe I. Perez is the ghost name of a famous person we’re not allowed to mention. This could be true. Or not. We don’t know yet. We do have this fact: Joe once stabbed two donkeys to death to save a six year old girls life. These other details can’t be confirmed or denied… A native south side Chicagoan, Joe was raised by poison dart frogs. Joe was introduced to hip-hop culture through his friendship with homeless rap phenom Wesley Shabazz Willis. Willis went on to recording fame after his street-corner discovery, but tragically Joe didn’t make it out that day having slipped on a banana peel while attempting the ‘tootsie roll’ at a 69 Boyz concert the night before. Perhaps more tragically, this head injury causes Joe to believe everyday is October 2nd, 1995. We ask you forgive him for constantly asking about the outcome of the O.J. Simpson Goldman/Brown-Simpson murder trail. Joeis currently building street-cred with the likes of Moneylujah, a gritty mishmash of talented rappers and hot beats.

Tommy B. Alexander

Thomas Benjamin Alexander entered this world for one reason only- Parcheesi. Since he was a wee two years old, Tommy ( a nickname given to him by his first teacher, Zenhari Gobellishan) has been a master of the game, spending endless hours working on his blockades, his doublets, and his overall strategies….He has even spent some time in India, where it first originated and is the national game….there he was introduced to the finest player in all of India, Goo Zowemini, who took him under his wing and taught him that Parcheesi wasn’t merely just a game, but a way of life. Tommy continues to travel the world in hopes to achieve a zen-like oneness with other Parcheesi players….he also digs music.

Ryan M.F Davis – Editor

While scientists are too afraid/respectful to study him too closely, there is too much imperical evidence for them to refute Mr.Davis might scientifically fall into the realm of “Modern Miracle”. A bear once got between him and a cold Guiness. Bears now tell camp fire stories about why not to do this.Chicks with headphones are terrified of him. The contents of the briefcase in Pulp Fiction are rumored to have been a picture of Mr.Davis with his mistress.This story has not been confirmed as true. It is, however, a well known fact that he has indeed conquered eight of the twelve fabled ‘Internet Bosses’.

Too Much Happiness is fueled by horribly constructed nonsensical parenthetical statements with mismatching tenses which Mr.Davis fixes up with proper spelling, a touch of sexiness, and a kicking soundtrack. He has a way with words. In his spare time he tags moms.