God Help Me, It's True: I *Was* on Charlie Rose Once
Just when I'd finally convinced myself it was all a bad dream I had sometime between the fall of the Berlin Wall and the flight of the white Ford Bronco, the evidence resurfaces:
Skip to about 35:00 or 36:00. See the guy with the tragic early-'90s ponytail sitting to Charlie's left? Apparently that's me.
The discussion, I believe, concerned some kind of enormous alternate-reality chamber (recently declassified by NASA maybe?) in which people from all over the world were meeting to engage in social and even sexual interactions so arcane in nature that Mr. Rose needed it all explained to him by a panel of experts consisting of myself, Dr. Ruth's evil clone, and Ensign Wesley Crusher. I may not have all the details right, but that's as much as I can figure out for now, because I'm just not strong enough to watch this with the sound on.
Somebody please tell me it's not as mortifying as it looks.
7:33 AM
