The name \u201cStallion Cornell\u201d requires some explanation as I launch my own eponymous blog.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s not my real name. It\u2019s also not my \u201cporn star\u201d name, a la George Costanza\u2019s \u201cBuck Naked.\u201d It\u2019s just a name that I thought sounded funny, but it\u2019s taken on a life of its own.<\/p>\n
It all began in the mid-eighties, when I was in a weird little show in LA the summer before my senior year in high school. I was the narrator for said show, and my written script was fairly fluid. I therefore introduced myself with a different stage name every evening, and \u201cStallion Cornell\u201d was the one that got the biggest laugh.<\/p>\n
After graduating from high school, I took a creative writing class during my freshman year at the University of Southern California. The conceit of the class was that each of us would fulfill a weekly assignment, and the teacher would \u201cpublish\u201d the best entries in a packet she would distribute to all the students for discussion. One week, I wrote an assigned poem under my own name and then, on a whim, wrote a second poem and attributed it to \u201cStallion Cornell.\u201d It was a love poem to a sheep. It got a much better response than my other poem did. Since then, Stallion has been my alter ego of choice.<\/p>\n
I was a theatre major at USC, and, as such, it was my duty to dig up a string of monologues for class assignments, and, invariably, the same monologues kept being recycled, and I can only take so much Christopher Durang. So I started writing my own and, to be sure that I was being judged on my acting and not my writing, I attributed them to a fictional author, the good Mr. Cornell. (I sometimes changed the first name to \u201cSam,\u201d just to be safe. But Stallion would not be denied. Sam\u2019s day is done, and I mourn him not. )<\/p>\n
These monologues got goofier and goofier, and they usually involved bizarre situations with really loud people. The first of these, which included all manner of shrieking punctuated by the phrase \u201cI\u2019d offer you a biscuit first, but I don\u2019t like you very much,\u201d still remains my favorite, although the one where a guy rips out his own heart and smothers it in mustard remains a close second.<\/p>\n
Perhaps the highlight of my university education came when a classmate and I wrote and assembled several of these monologues for a one-night-only performance of \u201cAn Evening with Stallion Cornell\u201d at USC\u2019s Bing Theatre. Great actors performing truly stupid monologues is a joy forever. And this guy\u2019s<\/a> performance, which involved ripping out a heart\/KFC chicken sandwich from his chest and proceeded to pour ketchup all over it and eat it, still makes me laugh every time I think about it. (He was supposed to use mustard, but I freely forgave the departure from the script.)<\/p>\n Stallion followed me through my checkered theatrical career, as I went on to manage a small theatre in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. I always got Stallion\u2019s name somewhere in to the program \u2013 once he was billed as \u201cpsychic nutritionist,\u201d a title I stole from \u201cSuperman III.\u201d But Stallion got his big break at the Tuacahn Amphitheatre in Southern Utah, where I was commissioned to rewrite the musical extravaganza \u201cUtah!\u201d to make sure that it didn\u2019t offend anybody. The end result proved to be less than spectacular, but I thoroughly enjoyed seeing thousands of playbills printed with the credit \u201cRevised book by Stallion Cornell\u201d printed on the cover.<\/p>\n Stallion is also my online presence at several Battlestar Galactica discussion boards, including my own, Stallion Cornell\u2019s Moist Board<\/a>, hosted at this very site. Again, many have asked what \u201cMoist\u201d means, and some have inferred a prurient sensibility thereto, but it\u2019s just a word I think is funny. (And, deep in your heart of hearts, you think it\u2019s funny, too.) Online Stallion also has an arch-enemy \u2013 Languatron<\/a>, a lunatic who thinks all who disagree with him are being bought off by Universal Studios executives. It seems that the Internet is a silly place, indeed, but you already know that, seeing as how you\u2019re still reading this dreck.<\/p>\n Stallion lives on. I\u2019ve written an unproduced screenplay titled \u201cStallion Cornell,\u201d an Oxford-was-Shakespeare historical play, and many other stories plays and ditties attributed to Mr. Cornell, including \u201cThe Ballad of Stallion Cornell<\/a>,\u201d which I seldom perform unaltered in public since it callously mocks fat people and has the word \u201cslut\u201d in it. I\u2019ve written many songs since, but that was the first song I ever wrote on the guitar.<\/p>\n (I can soften the fat references and replace \u201cslut\u201d with \u201cnut,\u201d but it\u2019s just not the same.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Thename \u201cStallion Cornell\u201d requires some explanation as I launch my own eponymous blog.It\u2019s not my real name. It\u2019s also not my \u201cporn star\u201d name, a la George Costanza\u2019s \u201cBuck Naked.\u201d It\u2019s just a name that I thought sounded funny, but it\u2019s taken on a life of its own.It all began in the mid-eighties, when I ... Read more<\/a>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-522","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/522","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=522"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/522\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=522"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=522"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stallioncornell.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=522"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}