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Friday, July 18, 2003

***SPOFI LOCKER ROOM INTERVIEW #11*** Samsonov14: "Swamped at work, you know." It's been a long time since I did this, so it'll be like the first time. I may be a little rusty, but I'm sure the Samsonov (as I like to call him) won't. Find out more about the mysterious and hilarious Samsonov inside!

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I know you're a busy man, Samsonov14, so let's get on with it. In honor of the previous interviewee, the great Fat Buddha, my first question to you will be the question(s) that FB asked: Q1. "I note [Samsonov14] comes from New Jersey, perhaps he can tell us all about some gangsters. Or if he is personally acquainted with Janet Evanovich, or if he has eaten at the White Mana. Or what Bruce is really like."

Four questions in one. For the first question. And I didn't have to come up with any of it. Note to self: You are brilliant.

Great questions wc2002!

A jersey boy? Yeah, what's Bruce like? Speak up.

Hey, I'm from Jersey too. Never met Evanovich (or Bruce, pity that) but I did go to high school with another moderately well known mystery novelist, Harlan Coben. I did live next door to a gangster when I was younger, was friends with his son who was my age, but the family up and moved one day, no warning, no realtor signs--turned out his whole little crime family all did after their boss had his furnace blown up in an attempted hit.

Who the hell is Bruce?!

Bruce:

of the Springsteen variety...

*waves to worldcup* you barely beat me to it. ;)

My God! Who kidnapped Samsonov14?

jerseygirl: Go ahead and post your picture instead. ;-)

Is this the first surrogate interview? Bill, I have come close to picking up a Coben more than once, would you reccommend him? Does Steve Van Zandt always wear that bloody bandanna? I am so impressed you lived next door to gangsters, Bill is my new hero. How come so many cool people come from Jersey?

I prefer this pic of Bruce:

Thanks FB, although I'm sure you were mocking me. But people from Jersey rarely catch that kind of subtlety. Harlan is an excellent writer--I've purchased all nine of his novels and recommend any. His first six, however, might be more relevant here as they all feature a college basketball star (who blew out his knee in his first exhibition game after being a No. 1 pick) turned FBI agent (after law school) turned sports agent. Each of the novels has him investigating a serious problem encountered by one of his clients, each in a different sport. Amusingly, the main character is very similar to Harlan himself except that his sport was really tennis and he isn't a lawyer. But the character's parents are Harlan's, as is the town where the character lives (Livingston, NJ, where we grew up), and he actually uses his real neighbors' names when that stuff comes up. Very funny stuff. And Van Zandt only wears the bandannas when he is in his 'rocker' character--he has never worn one on The Sopranos or when doing publicity for the show.

Good grief. Maybe I should change this to the billsays this. I mean, in a week's time, we could actually do this live, person to person. Except that I'd be stuffing my face with barbecued chicken. And drunk on sangria.

Where in the world is Samsonov? Did the mob get him?

This definitely goes down as the longest interview without an actual interview subject. :)

Bill, straight up, I wasn't mocking. I will give Coben a go. I was reading a bloke the other day who likes thrillers and described the pleasure of coming across a new author with a back catalogue. This is why I love Pelecanos and Evanovich, and Shames (doesn't Shames come from Jersey). The last bloke I read who had the requisite quality of writing and sense of place was Fred Willard, but he has only written 2. So Coben might fit the bill. Anyone know of any excerpts available online?

is there a pool for the # of comments here before Samsonov14 tunes in? Put me down for 36.

The website I linked has at least some sample chapters from most, if not all, the books. But who is Shames? First name, at least, so I can check into this person and let you know about his origin.

And I'm taking 25 for the pool.

I take 35. I fear that I have underestimated. This may another one for the history books: First interview where the interviewee didn't show up. Also, first one where others pretended to be the interviewee. Hahahahaha.

I'm just holding out hope that he shows up with a fun drunk story... or better yet, just shows up drunk. put me down for 29 before the good man shows up.

27

42, and I think he should be banned from his own interview! Apologies Bill, I didn't explore that link very well, have now heard the video clip, which was ok and will read the short story later. Meanwhile I found a first chapter to One False Move, which looks good. I am convinced; when I get through my current backlog, I shall give Coben a whirl. Cheers for the tip. Shames is Lawrence of that ilk. He is unheard ofin the UK, except by me, and he is brilliant, though his books are very hard to come by. They are not dissimilar to either Hiassen or Evanovich, poulated with extremely wacky, but likeable characters. All his books are set in Florida but I think I read somewhere that he actually hails from Jersey. By the way Kewell knackered himself yesterday in a friendly against Crewe.

put the interview in the sidelines? would that help? i mean he is alive as of yesterday at 2.03PM sportsfilter time. i imagine that this will end up being the longest interview thread ever. this makes 26. if the next comment is from Samsonov14 then SF is king.

I'm sorry, I just can't allow that to happen.

Hahahahahahaha. And yes, a sideline link would be nice. But the Pantheon usu. do it without my asking. And I don't know if it would help in this case. I think either the mob got him or he's listening to Bruce all weekend.

I got a $20 on sammy being on my couch, either passed out or still up, playing or having played FIFA 03 or Tiger Woods Golf until the wee hours of the night, early hours of the morning.

dammit there goes my 29, Garfield. :)

FB, I don't know about the dimwit who wrote the Shames page you linked. Shames is not proud of the fact that he originally came from Newark, New Jersey. WTF is up with that comment? Since a person has no control over where s/he was born or his/her parents chose to raise the family, such a statement is pretty stupid and since the author doesn't use it as a quote or provide backup for it, even less respect.

Yes, Bill I take your point. Blues fans often say they are proud to be Brummies, every one does I suppose, wherever they come from, but I can't see the sense in it . As you say, it is purely an accident of birth, over which you personally have no control, so I can't see what there is to be proud of. Don't let it put you off Shames.

"Shames is not proud ..." Hahahahahaha. Classic. Are we at 35 yet?

47 is my guess.

Yes wc2002. :-P

Yeah 36! Oh, wait. That was my guess. D'oh.

Can I do another guess? 44.

But really, when do the Ralph Wiggum quotes start?

"So the doctor says I wouldn't have so many nosebleeds if I kept my finger out of there."

53. And this is by far WC's best interview to date. He just gets better and better. The way he slowly draws the interviewee out - what a magnificent sense of pacing. "And, when the doctor said I didn't have worms any more, that was the happiest day of my life."

"It says Choo Choo Choose Me...and there's a picture of a train on it..."

"Hi Super Nintendo Chalmers!"

"When I grow up, I'm going to bovine university!"

"Me fail English? That's unpossible."

my money is on the 46th comment.

what do i win?

A pickled onion and a bag of scratchings.

"I dress myself"

I heard Samsonov went into a restaurant and ate everything in the restaurant and they had to close the restaurant.

Best. Interview. Ever. No one tell Samsonov about this. It'd be more fun that way. "Eww, Daddy, this tastes like Gramma!"

I knew Samsonov14 would be a star!

123 is my new guess.

Sheesh. I didn't know we'd started. My agent is so fired.

HE LIVES!

What the hell, might as well answer a question or two, right? I'm not actually from New Jersey, I just live here for now. I grew up in the woods of Western Massachusetts, in a small town called Housatonic. It's tiny. I had cornfields on three sides of my house, and as a result that one scene in E.T. scared the living shit out of me. After college I moved to Boston and met my ex-girlfriend, and after a few years in Beantown we moved to New York so she could get her Master's degree. New York is pretty expensive, so we settled in across the Hudson. And no, I don't know much about gangs or gangsters. Unless you count that gang of 13 year-olds that stole my bike when I was drunk (true story). And I still don't understand the whole Springsteen thing.

Okay, I'll see you all in a few days.

Springsteen sucks ass... GIS for Housatonic

Pretty, huh? That's probably the Housatonic River. "Housatonic" by the way, is an Indian Word meaning "Your parents never made it out of this backwoods shithole and neither will you. Just go buy a pickup truck and some workboots and deal with it."

Nobody expects...56!!! And, oh yeah, SF, so who's your idea of a good rock and roller if Springsteen doesn't measure up?

Huh, wha, holy shit! Which comment was it when Samso finally answered? Tell me know and I will end this interview and die a happy man. Good grief. Can we afford to go on? 60 comments that only include one answer from the interviewee? What the ... At this pace we'll be done when we reach 600 comments! Can SpoFi even handle that? Is this the thread that breaks all records? OK, back to you Samso ... Q2. What is your real name? You've got the samso thing going, and then your profile has your email saying something, and your name saying something else. And why Samsonov14? Sorry, folks. That was not the most brilliant second question. But it's been so long since my first question, I'm going to struggle to keep any rhythm. This one's going to be a toughie.

Ding Ding Ding. We have a winner. kloeprich had a guess of 53 and he was closest.

Is it only me who thinks this interview was more fun before Samsonov stuck his big nose in? ;-)

Samsonov 14: Hmm. All of our passwords here at work have to be a combination of letters and numbers, and so I often fall back on Samsonov14. If I can't remember a password, there's a good chance "Samsonov14" is gonna do the trick. Sergei Samsonov, of course, is a pretty amazing little Left Winger for the Boston Bruins (#14). Anyway, when I first discovered Metafilter, I needed a screen name, and it was the first thing that popped into my head. I had no idea I'd be hooked, so I didn't put a lot of thought into what my handle would be. It's only internet nerds, right? When I found Spofi, I decided to keep the nickname for the sake of consistency. Alan Linquist: Not my real name. When I was kid growing up in Massachusetts, there wasn't a lot to do. It's basically just woods, fields, and abandoned paper mills. Being pretty bored, we tended to get in a lot of trouble. A lot. There was one kid down the road, Alan Linquist, who was a complete and total dickhole. So everytime anyone in my neighborhood got caught doing something wrong, it became a sport of sorts to report your name as "Alan Linquist" and run away. I wouldn't be surprised to find that some of the other kids I grew up with are still using Alan's name once in a while to maintain anonymity. My real name, as you super-sleuths have probably deduced by now, is the yahoo address. You've blown my cover.

Wow! Only two comments before you answered! And a quite interesting answer at that. I think it's a sign of good things to come ... Q3. So why are you so busy? What makes you take 53 comments before you answer my first question? What, Samsonov14, is this Herculean labor that takes so much of your time?

Okay, before I start in on this, I want to explain that I used to work with developmentally disabled kids for a year or so, and then I worked with dually diagnosed mentally ill people (mostly schizophrenics) for about 2 years. So I'm not evil. Just so you know. The thing about doing work that actually adds value to the planet is that it doesn't pay for shit. There I was, three years or so out of college, and still without making the slightest headway into eliminating my student loans. God, how I loathe that Sallie Mae bitch! I've now turned to the dark side, kind of. My job is to train newly hired investment bankers in the ways of corporate finance. I'm now working to better the lives of the very same smug little Bradleys and Mishas I've been making fun of my whole life. And they make more then I do after a year or so in the firm. Ha ha! Good one, God. The money's pretty good, though.

Ha-ha.

Another excellent reply, Samso! Thank you. I was starting to cry after the first paragraph. I have family members who do social work, or, you know, things that actually help people but make you poor. Q4. So how do you transition from social work to corporate finance? Are your new charges no different than "developmentally disabled kids" and "mentally ill people (mostly schizoprenics)," just with nicer suits and company cars? (Or is that insulting the kids and schizos?) What did you study in school or otherwise that enables this switch?

Yes Samsonov, how do I get out of this fucking social work job...you got out why can't I? Thank you God with knobs on!

Note to Pantheon: If you haven't noticed, this is probably the largest SpoFi thread ever. And it's all about nothing in particular. Except when Samsonov14 started answering my questions. I think it's time to start paying me because I bring in the crowds. But seriously, start monetizing by pulling in Google ads. Do it on every page. It's easy, it's lightweight and generally low on the annoyance scale. The comments should make for some pretty relevant ads, and if not, at least they'll be interesting. I want to see SpoFi survive and thrive, and I think Google ads are a nice way to get the financial side of things a little less burdensome on you guys.

Well, in school I was a double major in Anthropology and Religious Studies. That, of course, doesn't enable me to do jack shit, except maybe bore people at cocktail parties. Four years of both of those subjects, and all I learned was this: People are different. If any of you have children who may one day be interested in either of these subjects, I urge you to steer them away. Art school would have been more useful. Even that art school where you have to draw the picture of the dog or the turtle and sent it to them to see if you qualify for a career in The Arts. You know the one I'm talking about. Anyway, FB, I'd advise you to quit your job. That's what I did. I was unemployed for many months when I ran into a girl at a wedding who said her company needed temp help. Why not, right? So I take the job in the recruiting department, and get hired full-time after six months. I was transferred and promoted a couple of times in the last few years, and I don't think anyone here remembers that I don't have a background in Finance or Economics. I used to think that if you pretended to know what you were talking about in the business world, everyone would believe you. Now I'm starting to think that no one in the business world knows what they're talking about. No wonder no one's called my bluff yet. The best thing about this job is that after working with thte mentally ill, it's hard to get stressed out. Even if things go totally haywire here, the worst thing that happens is that some day some new investment banker is going to make a mistake in a pitch book or something. No biggie. Having to climb the stairs to avoid a giant crazy guy in a wheelchair waving a butter knife at you - now that's something to worry about! Granted, it's only a butter knife, I'm just saying, you know?

Q5. When you're not busy saving the investment bankers of the world, what are you doing?

Hey, Samsonov, tell that one joker to quit calling my house at 6:45 every night. I'm not buying anymore shares of MarchFirst.

Anybody want to take bets on how many comments we'll get to by the time Samso answers my last question?

Kloeprich, I'll see what I can do. Well, when I'm not at work, I'm pretty much sleeping, eating or getting drunk. Once in a while there's laundry to be done. Sad but true. Once in a blue moon on the weekends I play hockey. Most of my friends had never played hockey, but were serious fans (Rangers fans mostly, but that's not their fault). Last year we were watching a game when we realized that we had the money for pads such, and there was really no excuse for us not playing hockey. Now when we can get enough people together we rent out a rink in New Jersey. So there you go. I always thought I'd be a good hockey player, but it turns out that I'm somewhere between so-so and terrible. Still fun, though. Aside from that, I'm an avid reader. Short stories are my favorites. In the past week I read "Among the Missing" by Dan Chaon, and most of "Equal Love" by Peter Ho Davies. Both are recommended. Every once in a while I get a weird fixation with some non-fiction subject, too, and I then have to read everything I can about the subject. Last year it happened with Chimpanzees. If Jane Goodall and I faced off in a game of Trivial Pursuit Chimp Edition, I'd give her a run for her money. A chimp run! Ha ha ha ha! I have no idea what that means. Anyway, this year I've been reading about physics. It's pretty interesting. I've got a decent grasp on all the Newtonian stuff, and I can deal with Einstein's stuff, but quantum phyics is fucking killing me! I've been trying to get through this book called "The Elegant Universe" for a while now, and I just can't imagine what the guy is describing. Did you know that if you tried to walk through a solid wall once a second, sooner or later you'd make it all the way through? It would take longer than the universe has been around so far, but sooner or later man, it's gonna happen. I shit you not. That would be the best party trick ever. I also like to think I jog a lot, but really it's more like twice a week.

Q6. Man, between the hockey and the chimp runs, when do you find time to eat? What do you eat? And drink?

'Did you know that if you tried to walk through a solid wall once a second, sooner or later you'd make it all the way through?' HUH?!

Well, just this weekend I found out that crabs and salmon are delicious. A friend of mine brought back a big ol' salmon from Seattle, along with some crabs, and had ourselves a good ol fashioned barbecue! Yee haw! I'd grown up not eating most seafood, especially crabs (except when in cake form), but apparently they can be quite tasty. Now that that's out of the way, there's pretty much nothing I won't eat anymore. Maybe brussel sprouts, although I haven't tried them in years. My normal diet consists of eucalyptus leaves, which incidentally is where I get most of my moisture. Actually, that's koalas. I eat mostly pasta and fruit, because I'm lazy. Not as lazy as those lazy-ass koalas, though. They can sleep up to 20 hours a day. I'm not making that up. As far as drinks go, if it doesn't have a skull on the bottle, I'll drink it. The beer I drink most is probably Coors light, which is watery swill, but in a good way. I have a roommate who drinks Natural Light Ice, so I'm the classy one here. Crazy world, huh? When I'm in the mood for something a little more upscale, I'll get myself a Magic Hat #9, or a Dogfish Head Raison D'etre. The best beer on the planet is La Chouffe.

Did you know that if you tried to walk through a solid wall once a second, within three seconds you'd have a broken nose? Thanks for the tip, though, Sam ... if I wanted to get a start on physics, what book would you recommend?

A Brief History of Time (by that wheelchair guy) is a pretty solid start, although it's a little old. It's written for regular folks, who just want to know more about whether or not we can walk through walls and such.

Wait, I can answer that ... *bump* No. Let the interview continue!

I'm headed home. I'll see you in about an hour. And wfraerjr, keep trying. Quitters never win.

This interview is going much too fast now, you'll never beat the record for comments.

Crap, you'd think you'd have had some Maryland crabs by now. Sheesh. Even I know that they're best crabs in the US! And I know what you mean about the koalas, man. I've been to the zoo several times, and everytime I'm there, those fuckers are sleeping on the tree. I think they may be stuffed. The only time I see them move is on TV.

Q7. But speaking of home ... When you get there, who will you find there? Roommate? Girlfriend? Wife? Kids? Tell us about your domestic New Jersey life. Is it anything like the movie? Do you look like Ben Affleck?

I want to come back as a Koala.

This is comment 87. Not trying to pump the comment counter or anything. I'm just sayin' ...

Just what is the comment record? Just trying to help a brother out, WC.

Okay, I'm back.. The next few answers will fueled by Coors Light, for the record. Sweet, sweet Rocky Mountain Muse. Home, for me, is a two-level apartment in Hoboken. Before I get to where I am now, let me explain how I got there. When I first moved to the area, I lived with my girlfriend and our two cats. We lived like that for about two years, and had our share of good times and bad times. Sadly, I discovered that no matter how well you think you know a person, sometimes they don't turn out to be who you think they are. Sometimes, for example, they turn out to be lying sluts. So we don't talk much anymore. When we broke up, I had less than a month to find an apartment. Just days before our old lease was up, I found a place owned by two teachers, who were also artists. They lived upstairs. Sounds pretty safe, right? Well, you'd think so, but it turns out that one of the teachers was also a clown/magician. His stage name: Silly Willy. Which is kind of weird, because his real name was Orlando, but I gues there's not a lot that rhymes with that. In any case, the real problem is that he was such a sucessful clown/magician that he held classes on the weekends. And the problem with the classes is that they were held in the room directly behind my bedroom. At 9am. And I'm no koala, but I do like to sleep in on weekends. So for about 9 months I was woken up every Saturday and Sunday morning by an assortment of clapping, whistling, clanking, and honking. In case you're wondering, the honking was the worst. This went on seemingly forever, until one day I fanlly completely lost it and played my stereo as loud as possible for about five hours to drown out the noise. The next morning my landlord comes to me and says "I get the feeling you're not happy here." So apparently he's some sort of clown/magicican/psychic. Good for him. He was nice enough to let me out of the lease, though, so I shouldn't talk too much trash. A few months ago I moved into a 3 bedroom/2 bath with a gay guy and a straight guy. The gay guy is from Nashville, drinks Natural Light Ice, and is a huge football fan. The straight guy is one of the neatest people I know, and irons and folds his undershirts. I'm still waiting for them to reveal that it's all a joke. I'm currently without a girlfriend. I'm saving up so I can get a really good one next time. And no one can prove any of those kids are mine. Cigarette break. I'll be right back to address the accusations of looking like Ben Affleck.

wc2002, this is the pantheon. Residuals begin at 500 comments. Keep it up, and you'll be there soon. Just channel some Charlie Rose or James Lipton and the questions will flow. One more thing: And from now on, stop playing with yourself! (sorry, don't know why Real Genius came into my head there)

You know what this means... More Wiggum.

As for looking like Ben Affleck, even though he's a talentless hack, that would be nice. I'm about 5'6", 135 lbs. Some people have said I have a bit of a Napoleon Complex, but the guys that said that are all dicks and I'll kick their asses if I ever see them. Say it to my face, Dick! I'll kick your lanky ass! As far as what celebrities I look like, I've been compared to Michael J. Fox (I can deal with that), Tom Petty (I used to grow my hair out during soccer season in high school, and long hair was almost as bad an idea for me as it is for Tom), Martin Short (dammit, no!), and Tanner from the Bad News Bears (at least it's inventive). The one I get most is David Spade. One time I was compared to Matt Damon, which is almost Ben Affleck (okay, so it was a fat drunk girl saying it, but that counts, right?). I would also like to add that one time I bent my wookie.

wtf, msacheson, playing with myself? Where'd you get that? Wha? You've been peeking in my window again, you dirty old man? Perv!

Some Simpsons subtlety, or, thum thimpthons thubtlety. Ask about the stolen bike wc, we need to know about the stolen bike.

My word! Sluts, teachers, clown/magicians, koalas and honking, gay and straight roommates ... all in one comment. How the hell am I going to top that? Q8. Have you thought of selling your story to a network? (Holy crap. "My So-Called Wife." "Clowns, Koalas, Magicians." "Presto, Change-o, Orlando!" "Gay, Straight and Samsonov." The list is endless.) And what cigarettes do you smoke? Why those?

The bike, the goddamm bike, man!

I'd like to third or fourth the Harlan Coben recommendations. I read Tell No One while on vacation at the Jersey shore a few weeks ago. Brigantine, FYI. PS - Oh boy! Sleep! That's where I'm a viking!

Samsonov is my new hero. the way to riches with a Religious Studies major is temping...why didn't I think of that before

Good ol' Hoboken. Bars, Sinatra, and honking clowns. A year ago, I was living in Jersey City. Do you live off of Washington?

Most people who smoke picked it up by the age of eighteen. At least that's what the government wants us to think. I, on the other hand, started smoking (cigarettes) in college. I dated a Japanese girl my Sophomore year (Goddamn you half-Japanese girls, do it to me everytime!). She was cute, but really really irritating. The way she said "Whatever" was like nails on a chalkboard. "What... eber!" Ugh. Anyway, she smoked Salem Slim 100's, and got me into the habit. An aside: the reason I fell for this girl is becasue we were drunk one night, hanging out on the green and looking up at the stars, and I told her all of the constellations I knew. She, in turn, told me all of the Japanese names for those constellations. A few days later she told me she had made them all up. Brilliant! I thought that was great. Now back to the story. Now, you can probably tell by my current living situation that I'm not a homophobe. But smoking Salem Slim 100's? That's incredibly gay. So I started smoking Parliaments, and sooner or later I was hooked. By the time I realized that I was smoking too much, I'd switched to Marlboro Ultra Lights. It's like smoking a regualar cigarette, except without the satifaction. But baby that how it is. And for our buddy FB, the bike story. It's kind of embarassing, but hey, it's not like you guys could possibly figure out my real name or anything now, so what... eber. I used to live about two miles from my college roommates, who still love drinking. Driving drunk is stupid, and is a crime as well, so I got in the habit of riding my bike down to their house. That's perfectly safe. One night, or early morning depending on whether you can still read your watch or not, I hopped on my bike and started the unsteady wobble home. Now, my old roommates live about a block from a really shady area in Jersey City, and there's a lot of bad elements around late at night. I ran into some about a quarter mile into my ride. "Yo kid, get off the bike!" If you ever hear that, be sure to pedal HARD. But when you do, make sure you're not looking over your shoulder to find out who's saying it, because you never know when there's a fucking driveway fence in front of you. So I slam into the fence, wedging my wheel between the rails in the process. As I'm dragging my bruised, drunken 135 lb. carcass back up from the ground, I turn around to confront my attackers. And I'm pretty upset at this point. Here's the pisser. It's a street gang, of sorts, but not one you should really be afraid of. There's about six kids running toward me at a steady clip. I'd say they were maybe 14-15 years old. My first thought is to fight them, of course. I've got maybe 30 seconds to decide which kid to punch first. Then suddenly, it occurs to me that I bought that bike at a yard sale for $50. A moment of clarity. Which is worse: getting your bike stolen by a pack of adolescents, or getting your ass kicked and your bike stolen by a pack of adolescents? So anyway, I got all pissed off, turned green, and grew to twice my normal size. Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry. The kids were scared off, and I donated the bike to charity the next day. Either that, or I ran away as quickly as I could, and I never saw the bike again.

Ralph: "Daddy, I'm scared. Too scared to even wet my pants." Chief Wiggum: "Just relax and it'll come, son."

this is a great interview. it has a fine mix of ralph wiggum quotes, fun stories about sluts, clowns and being drunk and michael j. fox lookalikes. something for everyone.

I think wc2002 may have Samsonoved us. Who knows when we'll see him next? Let open it to the floor. We need more beer, but I'll be back in a few. Any questions are welcome. Or you could just wait for tomorrow's painful, hungover follow-up. We have a record to beat here, people!

That bike story is a real winner. Except that I was going to ask you about it in Q9. Now, I have to come up with another question. Think, MacGuyver, think ... Q9. OK, that's twice you've made a Hulk reference. What's up with you and the Hulk? Have you seen the movie? Who wins - TV Hulk or Movie Hulk? ... Do alcohol and gamma rays make good mix? And, and, and ... Why emoticons make Samsonov angry? Graaaaaaargh!

Comments now over hundred. Hulk happy. Hulk want more or get mad.

LOL! But this humble one should not laugh either as the only time he was mugged was by four 14 & 15 year old boys. But wait--I was only 16 (it was actually my birthday or the day after), so I don't think it quite compares. Plus I was sober and it was broad daylight but in Asbury Park, not Jersey City.

We get 200 comments or we didn't try hard enough. -- Sammy's gettin' a beer. He'll be back...

ralph wiggum quotes, fun stories about sluts, clowns and being drunk and michael j. fox lookalikes Just wait kids, it's almost the ten-spot. You know what that means. The FCC eases off the reins, and the real fun starts....

Interesting question. When we were kids, I was one grade above The Hulk. Not surprisingly, he's the most famous person to have come out of Housatonic. In fact, our high school was renamed Hulk High in 1999. Take that JFK! Well, it's technically called Hulk Bannon Regional High School, but that doesn't really flow all that well. By the way, that "don't make me angry, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry" stuff was mine. That little green bastard stole it from me. I also started other trends like Ocean Pacific T-shirts, several secret handshakes, Moon Boots, and that thing where you turn your collar up. The Hulk, on the other hand, was the first guy to give out Friendship Bracelets. Stupid green wuss. And as much as I hate The Hulk for stealing my catch phrases (and I actually got him to try out "ANGRY SPANGRY" a few times), I hate emoticons much, much more. The whole idea of needing extra characters to convey emotion kills me. If you're kidding, people should understand that you're kidding. Maybe the more obtuse among us have to stretch to figure it out, but busting out a wink? Can you imagine actually winking after you've completed your sentence? Oh. Oh God that's tacky. You can use that once a week, but no more (just as you might in real life). Not that you can tell tonight, but I think there should be a certain purity of form when people express themselves. Anything that can be conveyed aloud can be conveyed on a piecve of paper. I hope that in my comments above you can all read the occasional sarcasm I've tried to throw into my comments. If you can't, I owe you all several winks and smiley faces. :) ;) Oh fuck I can't do it... SAMSONOV MAD!

Never saw the movie, by the way. I loved the series as a kid, but the new version didn't look very good.

That was me. 86 is one of my college roommates. For all of you Junior Detectives that wondered how he knew when I was getting a beer, now you know. Stupid cookies.

Samsonov Caught in Multiple Personality Scandal, news at 11.

I used to live about two miles from my college roommates, who still love drinking. Driving drunk is stupid, and is a crime as well, so I got in the habit of riding my bike down to their house. That's perfectly safe. Here at UGA in Athens GA, you can get a DUI for driving your bike drunk...

What I should have said: That's perfectly safe. ;) Dammit.

That confirms my decision to never, under any circumstance, visit Georgia. (the real me)

Hmmm. Hulk...clowning chimps eating eucalyptus leaves and crashing through walls...it's all starting to make sense. One more beer and I'll have the whole thing figured out.

I knew a soccer player at Duke who got a DUI on a moped. Freaking ponderous.

What the ... huh? Wha? (How's that for a Charlie Rose/Larry King impersonation?) So, was that you or 86? Holy moley. Longest-ass interview. Most comments before first answer. Now, responding via a proxy. I'm interviewing someone who can speak thru others. Clowns, drunk koalas on bicycles, slutty magicians, and gangs of teen artist/teachers who are green ... Graaaaaaaargh! Hulk confused. >:-[

Well, let's close this out on a high note: Q10. What's your media diet? Movies, books, TV, newspapers, magazines, comics, sites, etc. What's your favorite porn site? And who should I interview next?

Heh, i know Samsonov...but that little known fact about getting a DUI on a bicycle is even better when you know the person and it is something they will NEVER live down =)

wow, this was a fun interview. and it is almost over. .sniff.

What Samsonov said re the smileys, the Pantheon should ban them. 2 girls of about 14 once tried to mug me outside Cardiff station while I was drunk as a skunk and on crutches to boot. Being unafraid of adolescent girls, I fought back, obviously, and when the police came they accused me of propositioning them, and I missed the last train, costing me 20 quid in a taxi. Worse they ripped my shirt pocket and I lost my leather tobacco pouch.

Damn time zones. Only time I ever got mugged was by a drug dealer in a dark alley at knifepoint. 14 year old kids, pfffft. Mrs. Krabappel and Principal Skinner were in the closet making babies and I saw one of the babies and the baby looked at me