so how many people think you're a total metal kid because you have long hair, wear a leather jacket, and have a name that rhymes with death? is that a problem?
that used to happen quite a bit. it doesn't happen so much anymore since i started killing anyone who tries to talk to me about metallica. the name rhyming with death thing… well, i think that's pretty appropriate.

where would dinosaur jr.'s album where you been? fit into your top albums of all time list? and why?
even though i don't listen to it very often anymore, every time i do get it out, i think "damn, this album is awesome. i should listen to it more often." in terms of stuff i think i'll be able to get out in 20 years and still want to listen to, it's pretty up there. in the top fifteen, for sure. thinking about what albums i would want if i were stranded on a desert island with only a record player to entertain me, it'd definitely go. why? mostly because it rocks, but also because it makes me recall a time in my life that i really enjoyed, and i know i'll never experience again. so it's kind of a bittersweet experience for me.

how did it get to the point where you fix everything that i happen to break (cars, amps, computers, etc.)?
i think that's just because you break everything in a manner in which only i'm willing to fix it for less than the price of a new one. that and you're broke and i work for free. maybe that's the same reason.
heh. you never fix my phones, though.
i tried. but you break those on purpose, so i think they're a little more broken that everything else
true.

if you were on a tv show like fear factor and they said you had to eat some pig assholes to stay in the game, would you actually do it? or would you just punch the host in the eye and say "who's afraid now, motherfucker?"?
what the fuck is fear factor?
that show where they make them do all kinds of crazy shit to win not much money. like shoot guns, eat pig rectums, climb all the way across the underside of a helicopter while it's in the air, etc. it's a redneck's dream, man. one week they made everyone walk around naked in public. man i wish i could get paid to do that shit…
i'm going with option b: punch the host in the face and say something witty. then i'd punch the cameraman. just because he was filming it.

what's the longest you think you've ever gone without taking a shit?
when i was little i wouldn't use public bathrooms. and we'd drive cross country on vacation every year. i think about a week.
jesus. that had to be one hell of a dump at the end of the road…
let's not discuss that. it's an unpleasant memory and i'll thank you for not bringing it up again.
moving right along…

what's the last thing that you've done where you sat back and thought "yep…i'm the baddest motherfucker that has ever lived"?
i think that every day. i sat down in my chair today and thought, "yep…i'm the baddest motherfucker that has ever lived." i don't have to do anything special to think that, because i am the baddest motherfucker that has ever lived.
samuel l. jackson has nothing on me. i'd kick his fucking ass.
that's a bold statement, man…he's mace windu.
my dark jedi powers have not yet been unleashed upon the galaxy. or something.

if you could have an infinite supply of one snack food, what would it be and why?
ooh, hard one. probably pig rectums, though.
no fudgie-os?
my second choice, if pig rectums weren't available or didn't count as snack food.

[seth runs wraithsys and has been the stalwart host for transmission3000 for pretty much the entire time of it's existence. he's also stuck out bipolar longer than anyone else (even when we were doing terabytes of traffic), which we're eternally grateful for. he also fixes pretty much everything i manage to break without complaining too much. what a guy.]