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"In 1961, in April a small boy and his mother and father waited on an Oakland, California pier for a boat. The boy, who was..."
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More About Mike
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Schools (Other):
Syracuse University, The Newhouse School, Little Falls High School, Benton Hall
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Occupation:
foot in the door to the magic store
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Affiliations:
Screaming Viking, The Little Falls Mets, The Riders
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Hobbies and Interests:
writing about trying to not write about writing
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Favorite Books:
Cat's Cradle, Valis, Have A Nice Day, Spike Mike Slackers and Dykes, Napalm and Silly Putty, The Stars My Destination, The Mysterious Stranger, Radio Free Albemuth, Player Piano, The Diaries of Adam and Eve
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Favorite Movies:
The Fisher King, Brazil, Dr. Strangelove, Crumb, Dogma, The Big Lebowski, The Adventures of Mark Twain, Major League, Eraserhead, Chasing Amy, Bowling for Columbine
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Favorite Music:
King Crimson, The Beatles, Guns N Roses, Bowie, Ben Folds, Steely Dan, Flaming Lips, Moxy Fruvous, Weird Al, Elliot Smith, Cursive, Nine Inch Nails, Neil Young, Wilco
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Favorite TV Shows:
Futurama, Simpsons, The Critic, Night Court, Highlander, MASH, Home Movies, Quantum Leap, Great Hotels, Good Eats, 30-Minute Meals, My Name Is Earl
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About Me:
In 1961, in April a small boy and his mother and father waited on an Oakland, California pier for a boat. The boy, who was almost four years old, noticed a blind beggar, huge and old, with white hair and beard, standing with a tin cup.
The little boy asked his father for a nickel, which the boy took over to the beggar and gave him. The beggar thanked him and gave him back a piece of paper which the boy took to his father to see what it was.
"It tells about God," his father said.
The little boy did not know that the beggar was not actually a beggar, but a supernatural entity visiting Earth to check up on human beings.
Years later, when the man had long forgotten the great bearded blind beggar and the nickel he had given him once, the entity would return to save the man's life.
I speak to you, now, of these matters.
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Who I Want to Meet:
those who want to rock
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Testimonials and Comments for Mike
Countrymenss-sters... lend me your
ears-sters. I came here to praise
Smalls, not to bury him. (Oh yeah...
I don't call him Mike. Because that's
not his name. His name is Smalls.
It's on his birth certificate. Take
my word for it.)
I've known Mike for a good deal of
time. And in that time I've known him
to be a drunk... a womanizer... and
cheat. He was also the man who
introduced Jack Osbourne to OxyCotin.
Okay... that is not true. Actually,
Mike is a kind hearted gentleman who I
share a common love for funny songs
and screenwriting with. And he never
introduced Jack Osbourne to OxyCotin.
It was Black Tar heroin.
- Don't cast him if you want your lines
read with a specific wording. That
said, he's a very good actor, just bad
at the "memorization" part.
- By all means, fly on an airplane with
him once in your life. It's really
something to experience once in your
life. I'm not sure I've ever seen
anybody so scared by anything.
- He's self-aware, and probably meant
whatever he said ironically and/or as
exaggeration. You may not get it, but
trust me, it's true.
- Bring up Mark Twain or, barring that,
Kurt Vonnegut.
Just follow this easy-to-follow guide
and you, too, can be friends with Mike,
who's really quite a great guy when you
get right down to it.
Oh, Mike and I also co-founded what
used to be a fairly official View Askew
fan club, but those "Riders" days are
long gone and maybe a little bit missed.
He's like the bad cop and good cop and
good cop with bad secrets and bad cop
with a good heart all rolled into a few
lines in an NYU zombie movie. (Where
is Sean, anyway?) Mike is the best.
You see him and you think, "I bet he
gives good hugs . . . and I bet he's
secretly a time-traveling janitor."
completely normal... well, there'd
hafta be a certain definition of
normal... looks like he's about to kill
somebody there, to be honest... but
seriously, Mike's one helluva guy...
easy to talk to about anything... kinda
like an older brother to me
duped into stepping into the squared circle to fight
that man on camera?!? Staged or no; he would have
killed me!! I realize now how close to death I truly
was. Thanks Mike!!
Board Cops: Crazy, lovable, gabby,
tenacious, prone to chasing speeding
cars on foot. May he have many
sequels and beat the piss out of Gary
Busey and Jet Li on separate,
nonconsecutive occasions.
the top of the charts right now.
doubtlessly breed me with his younger
brother so that we spawn wretchedly
attractive dark bastards with
intellects off the IQ charts. instead,
i know mike as one of few worthwhile
lives to come out of small falls, and
he knows me as the weird little sister.
clone of Andy Kaufman, Andy Dick, and
Manute Bol minus the blackness. Add a
pinch of pompous, a teaspoon of anal,
a keg of creativity, and the soul of
Axl Rose. No really. If you've seen
Axl Rose perform lately, you'll see
that it's soulless. It's not
buckethead's fault. Mike stole the
soul around 97. It's really a long
story. I'll let him tell it.