OK, I'll bite . . .

10 years ago: Having spent several months in Salt Lake City after failing to complete college, I was giving notice at my job at Matrixx Marketing, where I was working the incoming customer service line for Clairol hair coloring products. 'Stine and I were pooling our resources, and would be moving, in two weeks, to the great northwest, to Seattle.

5 years ago: Having just moved out of the studio where we'd lived for the better part of five years to our current one-bedroom apartment, I was waiting--quite apprehensively--for the opening of my zombie-farce Sunken, being directed by the beige one himself. I was also growing hair and a beard for Gorey Stories by this time, and was already over it and wanted to shave.

1 year ago: It was around this time I first saw Sleepytime Gorilla Museum in concert, before having actually heard any of their music, and was dumbstruck at the sheer spectacle and transcendental brilliance of it all. That I went at all was an exercise in feeling comfortable going out and doing things I enjoyed, very necessary in the wake of a turbulent summer and absolute collapse of a fall. I was trying to deal with my depression and rage on my terms, which are sometimes a little . . . well, stringent and unorthodox (if those words aren't too intrinsically contradictory).

5 snacks: Quesadillas, celery, kale stalks, peanut butter & jelly on apple cinnamon rice cakes, Gellato Classico green tea ice cream

5 songs I know all the words to: If I discount musicals I've been in (and I have to, or I'd never limit it to five) . . .Morphine, I'm Free; Peter Murphy, Marlene Dietrich's Favorite Poem; Sky Cries Mary, Elephant Song; The Flaming Lips, She Don't Use Jelly; and Nine Inch Nails, Terrible Lie

5 things I could do with $100 million: Pay off my debts, buy a bass guitar and several months worth of classes, take martial arts classes every night (Aikido twice a week, Muay Thai once a week, Krav Maga twice a week, intensive yoga on Saturday and T'ai Chi on Sunday . . . probably), get a car (or a scooter), get a philosophy degree

5 things I would never wear: I'm assuming I can count things I'd never wear again . . . Polo shirts, short shorts, a mullet, tight leather pants, a leisure suit

5 favorite tv shows: Lost, Firefly, The Tick, Freaks & Geeks, The Sopranos

5 biggest joys: The heady buzz after a good workout, seeing an audience member with tears in his/her eyes, 'Stine sobbing while I cradle & rock her, herbal tea late at night, having every last pair of underwear clean and in my drawer

5 favorite toys: Defined broadly . . . my jump-rope, our strap on, my juggling balls, my hackey sack, the Super Scrabble tiles

That was fun. Are the beige one and rob listening? I know 'Stine already shouted out . . . I don't imagine JJisaFool would be likely to play, but I'd be curious to see what he had to say.