Birthyear: 60,000,046 B.C.
Birthplace: The Supercontinent.
Occupation: Tree-pusher for Wesayso Development Corp.
Current home: Pangaea.
Real name: Irving Birnbaum. I changed it when I got into show business.
Marital status: Very married, to Fran Sinclair.
Children: Robbie, 15; Charlene, 12; and Baby Sinclair.
Worst date: Dec. 17, 1991; we got beat by a Frosty the Snowman rerun.
The last good movie I saw was: An Extremely Brief History of Time.
The book I’ve been reading is: Almost completely colored in.
Favorite pigout food: Pigs.
Favorite childhood memory: Pudding.
Nobody knows: I’m master of the pan flute.
I’m better than anyone else when it comes to: Accessorizing plaid.
When nobody is looking, I: Deal with an embarrassing itch.
The worst part of my job is: Working with reptiles; I believe you call them lawyers.
A really great evening to me is: Fran getting into something clingy and cooking up a batch of pudding.
I knew I was a grown-up when: I stopped giggling every time I heard the word “bosom.”
Superstition: Whenever I see a fiery meteor streaking across the sky, I just know it’s gonna be a bad day.
The best time of my life: The 23:07 I did in the 50-meter freestyle.
If I couldn’t be a dinosaur, I’d love to be: A Victoria’s Secret model.
Major accomplishment: Almost finishing the Sunday New York Times crossword puzzle.
When people first meet me, they think I’m: James Arness.
Three words that best describe me: Funky sex machine.
