Petes In Depth!

Here we go. Meet the Pete's usually rocks your Monday's with informative guessing games, but now we're taking things a step further/farther/father/farter. It's time to Meet the Petes, IN DEPTH. We'll be bringing you these detailed criminal profiles on a regular basis of whenever we feel like it, until all the Petes are covered. Starting us of will be Mikey (me), because I have more pictures of myself than I do of the other guys.

I was always way ahead of my time, even when I was only 3. Here's a picture of me in which I'm now referred to as the Forefather of Grunge. Either that or I really liked the Dukes of Hazzard.

It was at this same time that I began my Ivy League education via TV. You might be thinking that when you have kids, you'll never let them spend endless amounts of time watching tv. Well that's fine, but I hope you don't want them to have a crappy website someday. Have fun with your nerd, nerd.

In 1982 I moved to the UK. It was there that I got my break at Thames Television as the host of one of the country's most beloved children's shows, "Those Aren't My Trousers!" If you're wondering how I aged so quickly, all I can really tell you is "fish & chips."

The show was a massive success for Channel 4 in the early 80's, and several other national versions were planned. I relinquished my British hosting duties to help create and host the short-lived Mexican version, "¡Ésos no son mis pantalones!" It seemed like a good idea at the time, but in retrospect we probably should have included more luchadores and ostrich racing, and less usage of the word "blimey."

Somewhere in here we formed the Jesus Petes. I think we were drunk. Maybe someday we'll do a flashback episode about how that all went down. I really don't remember. Those, of course, were the wacky Ohio State days, where the only thing I learned was that it's hard to understand Asian math teachers, and it's cooler to be a pretend rockstar than a real Scott Stapp.

Now we're up to the present. Boko and I decided to make this site. John Kerry lost. My car needs gas. Twizzlers rule. And of course, I build tiny staircases. And tiny houses. And tiny Alaska. And tiny fireplaces. Boko's description of my daily life is amazingly true after all.

I did get back into entertainment recently, producing the off-Broadway show "ExtravaDanza!" By off-Broadway, I might mean my imagination, and hopefully someday my basement. It's fun and all, but my real passion is making stupid pictures for the internet. If only it paid well. Oh who am I kidding, if only it paid at all.

Oh crap! I almost forgot the best part! My uncle is a dead-ringer for Family Guy. Seriously.

Ok, I was barely able to tear myself away from videogames and Gilmore Girls reruns for this long. Plus I have to make tiny furniture. Word is I might get to meet some of you this weekend. You guys are so lucky. L8r doodz, lol r0xorzzz!!!1!11

Mikey