our friends over at pimpin and crimpin have published a brilliant interview with famed snarkster/social poet/media mogul matt samet.
we are jealous because we think matt samet is funny.
we would try and interview him (the samet) as well, but given our devotion to his discursive stylistics, we could probably only repeat him to him, which could cause a rift in the space time continuum and could possibly cause the destruction of the universe. our math isn’t solid on this, but my stephen hawking-sense tells me i’m probably right.
in lieu of a samet-i-tation on climbing – a matt-erialized fugue on cliff clinging, if you will – i’ve decide to interview myself. this works great with my schedule and also gives me a chance to brush up on my somewhat tenuous ‘people skills’. plus, the “kill ’em all, let god sort ’em out” tattoo on my forehead is far less likely to unnerve me as it might some liberal lunatic with a fetish for ‘not killing everything and letting god sort it out’. a non-fetish fetish, i suppose.
me: this is awkward.
me: huh, yeah.
me: so, when did you first start… oh, i already know the answer to that.
me: yeah, i suppose so.