Some people want to advertise their weirdness, and spread it out, that's not me.

I think I'm equally as abusive as the editors normally are for the "Letters and Tomatoes" column, which is the fan mail part of MAD Magazine and an ongoing feature.

I'll be mellow when I'm dead.

Didn't have Nintendo, we just poured salt on snails.

I love the way they run in fright when I turn on the kitchen light. And when I squish them on the ground, they make a pleasant crunchy sound.

I think that nerds, if you want to call them that, have only gotten more hip and assimilated into the culture.

I'm still a geek on the inside, that's the important thing.