Bunky
http://www.myspace.com/world_of_bunky
Bio
When able to tear himself away from the Bellagio’s blackjack tables and the “entertainment” at Sapphire Gentlemen’s Club, Bunky serves as chairman of the board and party planner for Circus Hour Media. Candy and 14 recruited Bunky during a chance meeting at a San Francisco sushi joint, where they discovered a shared love for the Internet, eating with their hands and premium sake.
Since coming to Circus Hour, Bunky has overseen the company’s strategic planning, management, and stash of Grey Goose and bananas. He also has taken an unusually strong interest in all files labeled, “Paris Hilton Upskirt.” Prior to his appointment at Circus Hour, Bunky was CEO of MonkeysNeedLoveToo.com, the premier online dating service for monkeys, where Bunky’s “creative” accounting to cover his gambling debts eventually led to the site’s Enron-like downfall.
Bunky earned his bachelor’s degree in Philosophy and Mathematics from Yale University and MBA from the Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania. Bunky lives in San Francisco with his pet parakeet, Nibbles, where he slaves away on Circus Hour business and counts the minutes until he can leave the office and catch the next Friday night flight to Vegas.
Interests
Blackjack, Craps, Texas Hold’em, Reno, Las Vegas, Paris Hilton, wanton floozies, Winston cigarettes, Harrah’s, bottle service in the VIP lounges, strip joints, showgirls, dice, bimbos, waitresses, Frank Sinatra, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Sammy Davis Jr., Dean Martin, Dr. Zauis, Maxim, blondes, brunettes, redheads, fine scotch, bourbon, brandy, vodka.
Candy Kirby
Co-Founder, Editorial Director and Chief Waste Management Officer
Bio
Candy Kirby is co-founder, editorial director and host of “Sideshow Candy” for Circus Hour, a site that takes an oh-so-serious approach to celebrity gossip, fashion and other deeply profound issues.
A former television writer and current venti iced latte expert, an overly caffeinated Candy works around the clock to keep readers apprised of life-changing news, such as Britney’s daily Frappuccino runs and the status of Tyra’s weave. So if readers should come across a dangling preposition or, heaven forbid, wonder why she hasn’t posted the baby bump du jour, please do not send a nasty e-mail until Candy makes her next latte run. Also be sure to label the subject heading “Nasty E-mail,” so she knows not to open it.
Prior to launching Circus Hour, Candy was a professional job hopper in Corporate America, having worked at several top public relations agencies in New York City, as well as in brand management for the Fortune 50 Company, Boeing, in Seal Beach, Calif. She then took the next logical step in her marketing career to become a staff writer for the CBS daytime drama, “The Bold and the Beautiful,” where she penned many scripts featuring prolonged heated stares and countless “Who’s the Daddy?” story lines. However, nothing on television could rival the juicy real-life drama in Hollywood, so Candy decided to publish her own Web site, Holy Candy, and video blog following the celebrity world before joining forces with the talented 14 to found Circus Hour.
Candy has a Master of Science degree from Northwestern University’s Medill School of Journalism, just outside of Chicago. Born and raised in another major city, Mechanicsburg, Pa., Candy now resides in Los Angeles.Yes, Candy is her real name. And, no, she has never been a stripper, prostitute or Scottish Terrier. Can’t believe everything you see in the movies, people. Except that all telephone numbers begin with the digits 555. That’s true.
Interests
Drinking too many fruity martinis; hacking George Clooney’s home security system; assisting African bank managers who were kind enough to include me in claiming the millions of dollars abandoned in their banks; fielding restraining orders from George Clooney; watching educational TV shows like “How Do I Look?”; playing my viola, Herbie Kirby; reveling in my own coolness, as anyone who names her viola “Herbie Kirby” would do; having deep conversations with my two “big boned” Himalayan cats, Marcy and Matty; rapping Salt-n-Pepa’s “Shoop” on karaoke night; doing keg stands with Bunky; feeding my inexplicable addiction to sushi; kicking ass and taking names in Scrabble.
Contact
Candy loves to hear from readers. Feel free to e-mail her at candy@circushour.com, check out her MySpace page, Facebook page and personal blog, or call the Circus Hour hotline at 555-4321.
14
Co-Founder, Creative Director and Tom Cruise’s Personal Ego Deflater
Bio
14 has been an artist and keen observer of the human species for centuries. Before co-founding Circus Hour, she created the art and satire blog Gallery of the Absurd (2005 – 2008) as an outlet to showcase her bewildered amusement with the bloated excess of celebrity culture. 14 creates her work by approaching celebrity gossip and pop-culture oddities as forms of contemporary narrative folklore.
As a devout people-watcher, she borrows participant observation techniques from the field of cultural anthropology to create her illustrations. 14 finds the social commentary generated by Paris Hilton to be infinitely more interesting and inspiring than Paris Hilton herself. Before becoming a blogger, 14 worked as an art curator and before that, spent 10 years enslaved in the field of product marketing and market research.
Interests
Scoffing at consensus reality, temptation, moss, extraterrestrials, arugula, Quentin Tarantino, howling at the moon, George Lucas, fairy tales, olives, Robert Crumb, David Bowie, Flemish painters, anthropology, concocting schemes, The Fool tarot card, burnt sienna, Luciano Pavarotti, hedonistic forest pixies, eccentric elderly people, Karl Lagerfeld’s outfits, Bunky, dark chocolate dusted with sea salt, Noh masks, pine cones, Antonio Gaudi, being stubborn, baby chameleons, sharp wits, lichens, whirling dervishes, Spike Lee, Edward Abbey, Chinese cinema, Sir Martin Rees, the Varsity, pondering the nature of consciousness, surly cab drivers, Argentine Malbecs, crop circles, African art, Ignoring spell check and spelling things how I want to spell ‘em, culture jamming, Est autem fides credere quod nondum vides; cuius fidei merces est videre quod credis, exobiology, sharing tea with crazed shamen, luna moths, Gondwana Land, dung beetles, illuminated manuscripts, Leigh Bowery, cala lillies, puppet mastery, being sassy, Dr. Suess, dodecahedrons, talented and original artists, untalented and unoriginal celebrities, Codex Seriphinianus, number 14, vesica pisces, piercing illusions, the ring of fire, brugmansia aurea, Amsterdam, zebras, glitter, The Cremaster Cycle, extra-absorbent paper towels, camels, diatoms, succulents, avoiding malls, Nommo, stratified igneous rock, quantum tea parties, New Zealand, parallel universes, sand storms, Jim Blanchard, lurking in shadows, Mad Magazine, trashy gossip tabloids, igloos, cytosine, somnambulists, Loki, secrets, tempting fate, Hollywood exploits, John Titor, sharing a bottle of fine cabernet with my garrulous homunculus, alchemy cookbooks, mudskippers, sumo wrestlers, Salvador Dali, meme defiance, boston terriers, self transforming machine elves, Spain, Japan, Jupiter, walking down Rodeo Drive in dark glasses and gawking at the liposuctioned botoxed freaks buying ugly expensive crap which eventually ends up in a landfill, asparagus, electrified hedonism, The Residents, Fibonacci showing up uninvited, doing everything in my power to malign the evil wal*mart, Gary Oldman, Racer X, oozing magma, shape shifters, embedding myself into the digits of Pi, talking frogs who wear spats, 11:11, rolling my eyes, Albrecht Durer, Ralph Steadman, Raymond Pettibon, Francis Bacon, Odd Nerdrum, Hieronymous Bosch, Paul Laffoley, squirrels, elixirs, enrolling myself in mystery schools, lightning bugs, thwarting genius while embracing madness, Alice in Wonderland, lucky charms, ego destruction, and the eradication of mediocrity.
