About

The “Official” Bio:

Alan Gentry is the “Communications and Marketing Manager” (communications guy) for an IT company that focuses on providing technology to the advertising industry. Outside of his “RWJ” (real-world-job) he is an award winning graphic designer and freelance marketing consultant.

Alan occasionally speaks at college campuses, but not as some sort of weird stalker.  He teaches a class called “Worst. Marketing. Ever.” It is about how Information Technology companies screw up their marketing. Anti-social geeks are really (REALLY) bad at promoting their products.

In his spare time, Alan dabbles in video editing, flagging, and being an occasional liberal activist in a highly conservative red state. More recently, Alan is a new cat owner (after being a dog person most of his life).

He resides in possibly the gayest apartment complex in America, located in (of all places) Dallas, Texas.

Alan has degrees in Dramatic Arts (Colorado College) and Communications Psychology (Cornell College). Although he loves what he is doing right now, he would drop everything in a second if he were asked to work for the Rachel Maddow Show.

(Seriously! Call me Rachel!)

(I also have a soft spot for David Sharrocks, based only on the above video)

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Where did Tumble Dry come from?

(From a blog post I wrote in 2005)

Friends are constantly making fun of me because I seem to always be doing the laundry.

Of the top 50 things I am looking for in a husband, number 24 or 25 is an ability to do laundry. I am psychologically and behaviorally wired to suck at all housework. I am not looking for June Cleaver, but I do need to find a Mr. Clean.

People without ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder), can start the laundry, go about their day, and in 35 minutes switch to the dryer. Go another hour, then fold and put away. They know, in the back of their minds, they are doing laundry.

I have ADD, so I don’t have a “back of my mind.” Thankfully I take medications and have all sorts of behavioral tricks so my ADD is not at too debilitating. In fact, I kind of view it as an asset.

However, starting a load of laundry is like playing a video game. In the beginning I do okay, but at the end there are too many f—ing little asteroids and that tiny bastard space ship comes out of nowhere, and BOOM! The next day (and sometimes 2 days later), I remember there are damp clothes in the washer, which is gross. Game Over, please play again.