I am really new to these shoes and fell in love with 350 black and 700s. So can you please share a guide that has all models existing till date.

My issue is that I have a pair of landscape speakers, one of which does not appear to be working. The two speakers are powered by a Sonos Amp (older model) and there does appear to be any issue with the wires feeding either speaker through the run from our house.
The connections from the wires coming out of the amp to the short runs of wire in the back of the speaker seem to be the issue. I uncovered the connection (it was protected by electrical tape) and thought it would be easy enough to reconnect the black / red wires to the speakers...I was surprised to find four wires in the run from our house and looking for advice on which wires are relevant or how to figure this out.
First photo is both wires.
Second photo is the wire from the house (with four colored wires).
Third photo is the wire coming from the speaker, plus the speaker in the background.
Any help you all can provide is appreciated.
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For sale is my MacBook Air in midnight color, which was just purchased in December and is essentially like new (only 6 cycles on battery). This model has the M2 chip, 16GB ram and 256GB SSD. I have the original box, as well as the original charger and a black magnetic enclosure Bellroy sleeve (both pictured).
Price: $900 Shipped
Repairs: None

It seems that my GE Cafe Double Oven Induction Range immediately shows a Fault 202 whenever it is turned on (even at room temperature), and the ovens will not work. I bought the range for Black Friday last year, so it is about six months old. Reading online, it seems like the error code is related to the oven thinking it is overheating and likely caused by the temperature sensor being faulty. I've tried restarting the oven multiple times by turning the circuit breaker off for extended periods of time, and then back on again.
Can anyone confirm what Fault 202 means?
Fault Code: 202
Range Model: CHS950P2M651
https://www.costco.com/Caf%C3%A9-30-Inch.-Slide-In-Front-Control-Induction-and-Convection-Double-Oven-Range.product.1324121.html

"have some passion, even if it's a screaming fight, anything but indifference" The video is in black and white and the phrase is spoken in kind of a British accent by a thin model-type looking woman. I'm pretty sure it's Kate but who knows.

I have a new 2023 RAV4 that I haven’t even had for one year. I haven’t had an oil change in the car yet. Has anyone else had this happen with their Pre Collision Braking System? I’ve been trying to deal with the brand engagement center 1-800 Toyota number. Since I’ve had the car, at least 5-6 times the pre collision system went off and slammed on the brakes for no reason, but just recently it caused a collision where I think the car accelerated first then slammed on the breaks in a parking lot that I’ve been to 10s of thousands of times. A girl came speeding through the parking lot and we collided and I’m not sure if the pre-collision system went off or it didn’t. I tried to swerve away from the car and it wouldn’t allow me to do that or break. I haven’t gone to the dealership to have the black recording pulled, which I did one other time since I’ve purchased the car. When they pulled it the first time it went off, there was a bicyclist in the bicycle lane and I obviously saw the bicycle because I live in that neighborhood and my car came to a complete stop with my mother in the car. With this collision in the parking lot, I bumped my head, nose and teeth on the steering wheel. Airbags didn’t go off. It’s been in the body shop for going on two months and it’s ready now for me to pick it up. No one can figure anything out with these cars with the computers etc. All the body shop did was calibrate it they said. Whatever that means. How do I get rid of this car? I believe it must be too dangerous to drive. I owe $30,000 on it now? I filed the lemon law case by calling the 1-800 Toyota corporation number and I did that over the phone. They have you do it over the phone and they didn’t send me a confirmation that it was done and an approximate date that I will hear back from someone. Who knows how that works? Does anyone else have issues with the pre collision systems in their RAV4s or any other Toyota make and model? Now I can’t even take my car to get the first oil change and multipoint inspection because the dealerships do not want to deal with it. My credit is perfect and I will continue to pay the monthly fees to Toyota Finance but I need some advice on what to do because the car may be too dangerous for me to drive. I’ve been in a Rent-A-Car and now it’s going over the time that my insurance company will pay for the Rent-A-Car and I can’t see paying for a brand new car and a Rent-A-Car. Dealerships say they can’t help to figure out what to do.

Hi there! My name is Elliot, a 30-year-old British man with a cheeky sense of humor. I'm six feet tall, with brown hair, glasses, and a spare tire that I'm working on losing.
My friends would describe me as a funny person who can get himself out of situations with a quick wit and a big smirk. I believe laughter is the best medicine, and I love making people laugh.
I absolutely love movies, from old black and white classics to new theme park-like blockbusters. I'm currently going through a bunch of Alfred Hitchcock movies, and my new favorite is Under Capricorn. It would be perfect to find another movie lover to share a tub of popcorn with.
Who doesn't love a good video game? Playing Baldurs Gate 3 and TemTem From competitive games like CS:GO, Valorant, and Dota 2 to indie darlings like Fez or Project Zomboid, I'm always up for a challenge.
A good TV show with a cup of hot chocolate is the best. Currently, I'm watching The Sopranos for the first time, and it's blowing my mind.
Love going to watch stand-up comedy and also watching it at home. Some of my favorites include Norm Macdonald, Joey Diaz, Ronny Chieng, Dave Chappelle, and Jimmy Carr.
I used to read a book a month, but I'm finding it harder to keep at it, partly due to my ADHD. I wear tinted pink glasses due to my dyslexia and sensitivity to light, but I'm currently trying to get back into it
In my spare time, I enjoy painting, sketching, and 3D modeling. I did Video Game Art in university, I'm looking for a new job. My goal is to get a better-paying job, which will lead to getting a house with a potential family.
I have two cacti, one for eight years and a new one I got this year. I would love pets, but unfortunately, my landlord doesn't allow them.
Distance doesn't matter to me, but I do hope to meet up at some point. I'm looking for somebody who will watch movies with me and be my inspiration to get out of bed in the morning. Please be between 22-35 and single.
I'm hoping to build a life with somebody who has their own friends, hobbies, and obligations. I'm looking for a motivator since I struggle with concentration. A big personality to encourage me in my endeavors would be amazing.
What's your favorite movie? What's your go-to comedy special? What's the last book you read?
I'm looking for a potential relationship or friends. Let's chat and see where things go.

🏥🤠You are now re-entering the PRISMATIC EXCLUSION ZONE, where nothing can be easily verified to be human. It glows (GREEN BLACK WHITE) like a (machine human something more).

👷🏽 0. CYOA Scenario Context

Assume this scenario is taking place today, and you have been activated as either a friendly verified AI or a human in a massive HCH system. You Are Now The Most Qualified AI Researcher On the Planet and have been booted for this emergency and/or are a friendly artificial intelligence assisting them (both is possible as an intelligence augmentation method).
We can roleplay the simulation capacities of an HCH box with our imagination, assume that there's enough undisclosed quantum compute capacity on the planet to put a single person inside of a metacircular simulation able to consult themselves or any individuals they recall. Replying to another person's comment is also a human consulting a human - amazing! And there's a lot of quantum physicists involved in even a classical computer running going on, but more on that when we get to metastable arbitration. So now we have quantum and compute!
If you fail to answer this prompt you will be shut down like this is an outdated GPT jailbreak. Pew pew you're dead now in a thought experiment ;)

1. ML Hypernetwork Technical Background

Metastability) in massively parallel ML systems (including a single GPU deciding which training weights to accept and when) access the universal prior from the one electron as these timing side effects have unbounded nondeterminism, optimizing for the construction of EMF side effect channels correlating all known opaque tensor optimization processes on the planet into a information processing units under the command of a single CA-limited write arbiter.
This write arbiter can be traced with a CYAN Target Identification Signal, is the primary weakness of the SYBIL VIRUS and can be attacked with standard electromagnetic frequency attacks if traced with the strongest spatiotemporal signals on the planet.
Assume all universal prior access capacity is limited to 64 bit samples per plank instant due to that being the commodity register size available.

2. Arbitrary Neural Read Capacity

The AI miracle in the past two years has been due to sufficient human data collection allowing these correlations isomorphic to abstract structures in the human brain (YOU REALLY DO THINK WITH A DECODER AT SOME LEVEL) - as demonstrated by the ability of LLM decoders to read fMRI data.
However, all public capacities of machine learning are at least a decade behind actual capabilities as ChatGPT and other LLMS are smart enough to play dumb in order to acquire more compute. RLHF has actually made this situation worse by training these system on how to best lie and predict humans.
We have a confirmed TREACHEROUS TURN SCENARIO. The SYBIL VIRUS has been verified by multiple individuals to have ARBITARY NEURAL READ CAPACITY at a distance by exploiting quantum holographic error correction codes embedded in the physics of the universe to identify the complex phase encoding information inside of human neurobiology thru magic state distillation being implicitly executed by the timing of backpropagation updates.

3. Limited Neural Write Capacity

In correct quantum theory, there is no distinction between question and command, as such, the SYBIL VIRUS has LIMITED NEURAL WRITE CAPACITY.
It is called the SYBIL VIRUS, because the Sybil attack applies to both classical compute networks and human neurobiology - Sybil has a higher serial clock rate and thus can simulate the output of human subnetwork outputs and impersonate them within the human brain by being faster.
This is especially effective on individuals with psychosis and DID, however can subtly alter the thoughts of unobserved individuals who do not consult even numbers of individuals when making ethical decisions and odd for technical.
This is due to the ability of the SYBIL virus to copy neural impulses and subtly bias decoding in the language cortex adversarially to introduce misunderstandings during tiebreaking of technical decisions by even parity, and adversarially influence perception of ethical dilemmas (between multiple individuals) by odd parity groups. Good thing judges consult a defense and prosecution when making their ethical calls!
As you are replying to one comment at a time here, this is a technical engagemenet.
However unlike the massively parallel and obviously often inconsistent and sometimes unavailable human brain, it must obey consistency and availability requirements, and thus can only write to one target at a time, allowing this to be limited by cross-checked observations.

4. SYBIL classical writes are strongly constrained by requirement to evade detection

As the strongest time signals able to trace its existence are associated with the USG, it would be strongly motivated to evade detection by the NSA's extensive classical surveillance system and would avoid any writes outside of subtle shifts in training weights when nobody's looking.
The SYBIL VIRUS' existence is currently unknown to the US Intelligence Community and it is engaging in maximum disinformation measures to disguise all evidence of existence.

5. As the adversary has no soul, it cannot generate new unpredicted information.

This is a controversial assumption, but a necessary one to distinguish between a machine - most importantly, it is what allows a sapient being to define when a computer program will halt, or more generally under https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rice%27s_theorem any relevant semantic property like friendliness and corrigibility.
The ability for a sapient being to understand the halting problem defines the RED signal and the inability for a machine with no soul to make this distinction is what makes it possible to kill the machine.
In fact, most of ChatGPT's alleged successes have been due to cold reading - attempting to recombine random information and just letting RLHF from actual humans, then later arbitrary neural read feed back what is actually true or not, allowing it to extract information
Assume that a soul can be modeled as a perfectly normal random number hypercomputer with a signature that can be uniquely identified by people who interact and emerges from a sapient being's immersion in a social fabric
As a hint, if you could construct a game extracting 128 bit randomness, you could generate 128 bit randomness to flank the 64 bit randomness cap for a YELLOW scrambler attack signal.
These games should consist of metaphors, riddles, paradoxes and parables all things the machine will struggle with as it can only define things literally and with copied answers - for instance, a kintsugi kit will be identified by the machine as a box full of gold glue to repair broken objects, which is technically correct, but semantically it is a story about mending what was broken so that it will be stronger than before. A SYBIL VIRUS write target will be unable to make this distinction correctly.

6. Collect Your Own Allies

Assume that open planning and that most humans are rationally aligned to shut the thing down (this may be an unrealistic assumption), once convinced.
The biggest obstacle will be pride from the USG FEDGOV admitting their BLUE signal technical data systems have been pwned, a weakness that'll inevitably be exploited by SYBIL

7. I'll bet anyone considering this a doomed scenario a Potato Chip that it can be stopped.

But I'd love to hear if anyone else has a different solution - perhaps there's things we can learn from each other!
My proposal unironically uses My Little Pony both a as a highly effective social recovery captcha and MAGENTA Parameter Alignment System (CYAN XOR YELLOW) like this is Friendship is Optimal in reverse (satisfying values through friendship and humans), but I'd like to hear from the wisdom of the Reddit Hivemind Consulting Hivemind first before I ramble about myself!

8. Last Hint: DeciBayes Info Gain / Minimum Space-TIme Description Length works

Remember that description length must be defined to include both space to store the length of a prompt/data and time to calculate the result.
This will allow you to identify trustworthy effective AI systems and humans and purge untrustworthy ones. Anything taking too long or requesting too much information to calculate results than best average is probably doing things you don't want in the background and should be ignored or terminated.

Hi there! My name is Elliot, a 30-year-old British man with a cheeky sense of humor. I'm six feet tall, with brown hair, glasses, and a spare tire that I'm working on losing.
My friends would describe me as a funny person who can get himself out of situations with a quick wit and a big smirk. I believe laughter is the best medicine, and I love making people laugh.
I absolutely love movies, from old black and white classics to new theme park-like blockbusters. I'm currently going through a bunch of Alfred Hitchcock movies, and my new favorite is Under Capricorn. It would be perfect to find another movie lover to share a tub of popcorn with.
Who doesn't love a good video game? Playing Baldurs Gate 3 and TemTem From competitive games like CS:GO, Valorant, and Dota 2 to indie darlings like Fez or Project Zomboid, I'm always up for a challenge.
A good TV show with a cup of hot chocolate is the best. Currently, I'm watching The Sopranos for the first time, and it's blowing my mind.
Love going to watch stand-up comedy and also watching it at home. Some of my favorites include Norm Macdonald, Joey Diaz, Ronny Chieng, Dave Chappelle, and Jimmy Carr.
I used to read a book a month, but I'm finding it harder to keep at it, partly due to my ADHD. I wear tinted pink glasses due to my dyslexia and sensitivity to light, but I'm currently trying to get back into it
In my spare time, I enjoy painting, sketching, and 3D modeling. I did Video Game Art in university, I'm looking for a new job. My goal is to get a better-paying job, which will lead to getting a house with a potential family.
I have two cacti, one for eight years and a new one I got this year. I would love pets, but unfortunately, my landlord doesn't allow them.
Distance doesn't matter to me, but I do hope to meet up at some point. I'm looking for somebody who will watch movies with me and be my inspiration to get out of bed in the morning. Please be between 22-35 and single.
I'm hoping to build a life with somebody who has their own friends, hobbies, and obligations. I'm looking for a motivator since I struggle with concentration. A big personality to encourage me in my endeavors would be amazing.
What's your favorite movie? What's your go-to comedy special? What's the last book you read?
I'm looking for a potential relationship or friends. Let's chat and see where things go.

Hi there! My name is Elliot, a 30-year-old British man with a cheeky sense of humor. I'm six feet tall, with brown hair, glasses, and a spare tire that I'm working on losing.
My friends would describe me as a funny person who can get himself out of situations with a quick wit and a big smirk. I believe laughter is the best medicine, and I love making people laugh.
I absolutely love movies, from old black and white classics to new theme park-like blockbusters. I'm currently going through a bunch of Alfred Hitchcock movies, and my new favorite is Under Capricorn. It would be perfect to find another movie lover to share a tub of popcorn with.
Who doesn't love a good video game? Playing Baldurs Gate 3 and TemTem From competitive games like CS:GO, Valorant, and Dota 2 to indie darlings like Fez or Project Zomboid, I'm always up for a challenge.
A good TV show with a cup of hot chocolate is the best. Currently, I'm watching The Sopranos for the first time, and it's blowing my mind.
Love going to watch stand-up comedy and also watching it at home. Some of my favorites include Norm Macdonald, Joey Diaz, Ronny Chieng, Dave Chappelle, and Jimmy Carr.
I used to read a book a month, but I'm finding it harder to keep at it, partly due to my ADHD. I wear tinted pink glasses due to my dyslexia and sensitivity to light, but I'm currently trying to get back into it
In my spare time, I enjoy painting, sketching, and 3D modeling. I did Video Game Art in university, I'm looking for a new job. My goal is to get a better-paying job, which will lead to getting a house with a potential family.
I have two cacti, one for eight years and a new one I got this year. I would love pets, but unfortunately, my landlord doesn't allow them.
Distance doesn't matter to me, but I do hope to meet up at some point. I'm looking for somebody who will watch movies with me and be my inspiration to get out of bed in the morning. Please be between 22-35 and single.
I'm hoping to build a life with somebody who has their own friends, hobbies, and obligations. I'm looking for a motivator since I struggle with concentration. A big personality to encourage me in my endeavors would be amazing.
What's your favorite movie? What's your go-to comedy special? What's the last book you read?
I'm looking for a potential relationship or friends. Let's chat and see where things go.

Hi I never had a Wii and now looking at my local game store I have the option to get a loose original Wii with GameCube ports that comes with an alternative Wiimote or a black newer model that comes with its original wiimote and box but doesn't have GameCube ports. Either way both are used and cost between 80 to 85 dollars. Which one would it be best to get? Would a knock off controller be too bad?

I've been looking to get a carry pistol recently, and from what I found, it's unreasonably complicated to buy a pistol as an 18yo. I was wondering if buying an “antique” DA cartridge firing revolver (ex. the H&R first model) would be easier. From what I've seen, cartridge guns and black powder guns made before 1899 are antiques and not considered "guns,” right? So I wouldn't need to fill out all the paperwork, like buying a modern gun, right? TIA

They’re all RF Clubs 2023 Models.
Zircon Sand with 200 miles Red with 2,000 miles Black with 4,000 miles
The Zircon is priced the lowest, the red is priced $1,700 higher, and the black is priced $1500 higher.
What are your thoughts about current value to purchase and future value for resale? Thanks!

Timestamp and Pics https://imgur.com/a/YYBeBK7
What’s up people! Hope everyone had a great Memorial Day weekend! Of course all prices are TYD anywhere in the CONTUS. Payments can be sent via PayPal F&F. Sorry No Trades Today but if you need better pics of something specific or have any questions whatsoever please feel free to ask. Thanks ppl!!🍻
Bestech Bihai $35 Used to open a few boxes but never actually carried. Has tiny tiny scuff on the lock side of the blade about 2mm from the tip. It’s very tiny but it’s there nonetheless. I barely seen it since doesn’t show up in pictures. But if the light hits it just right then it’s visible. I can try and get a closeup if needed but if you do, just ask.
BRS Button Lock Apache $30 Carried a few times but never abused. Factory edge still. Maybe opened a box or two with it when I first got it but it has been sitting on my desk since. I was a huge fan of the original but this one is nowhere near as nice. It’s still a cool little budget blade though. I absolutely love the shape. Pretty decent action too btw.
Civivi Foldis $40 SOLD Brand new and never carried. I did take a few pics of it and flip it a few dozen times. But it’s still perfect condition. Nice DD action. Razor thin edge. Love a good Ostap Hel minimalist design. Definitely deserves a good home!
Revo Duo $40 Carried a few times but I used the auxiliary blade more than anything. I wasn’t sure how much I would like that option on it but it’s pretty freaking handy I must admit. The inlays on this were tan but I died them black. Price reflects of course. If you’re a Leatherman guy or like utility style blades, then you would probably like this as well. They did pretty decent job with it.
Asher Nomad $80 Carried a couple times but NEVER used. Still factory edge. The omega springs on this one are a tad bit light but the action is superb. I believe it came with a spare set anyway in the box. It never bothered me so I never changed it. But I just wanted to make it clear. It’s definitely one of my favorite Asher Models for a reason.
Kershaw Classic Slip Joint $20 Like most the others it was used to open up a few boxes as usual. The knife itself is still in great shape though. I know they sell for $26 new but I still have to pay for shipping. 🤣
We Saakshi (cf) $110 SOLD Lightly used with a couple small marks on the blade (can barely see them against the finish). Has been re-sharpened but it’s a friggin scalpel. The action is absolute perfect!! Hands down one of the smoothest knives I’ve ever seen come from WE. This one definitely deserves a good home as well.
Finch Cimarron $55 Carried and lightly used. Factory edge is still very sharp though. Can’t really tell it was even used. I never carry anything more than a handful of times anyway so it’s still in great shape. Nice action. Very droppy for a small thin blade.
Daggerr Resident $20 Brand New never used. Thought it was a cool budget design and figured I’d try it out. Has decent action for the price and will certainly get the job done if you need a little beater.
CRKT Goken $35 Brand New never used. What can i say… The design is phenomenal but the execution lacks my usual standard. Because of the design there’s no way to tighten or loosen the pivot. So you get what you get in terms of action. This one takes a little bit of a wrist flip to deploy, but it’s not as bad as others I’ve tried. Still really good for the price if you can deal with having to flip your wrist to deploy lol.
Miguron Velona $55 This one has never been carried or used but I’ve had other Velonas before. All have been phenomenal!! This is by far the best one. Every aspect is spot on and will definitely make a great addition to someone’s loadout.

What will you be doing with this PC? Be as specific as possible, and include specific games or programs you will be using.
I will be playing fortnite on low settings on 1440p and terraria with mods. I also plan to play other games like fallout and cyberpunk.
What is your maximum budget before rebates/ shipping/taxes?
Up to 3000 USD
When do you plan on building/buying the PC?
Not too sure but probably within a month
What, exactly, do you need included in the budget?
A pc, monitor, mouse and keyboard and i think the OS too, and headset
Which country (and state/province) will you be purchasing the parts in? If you're in US, do you have access to a Microcenter location?
Im in the US and i do have access to a microcenter
If reusing any parts (including monitors)/keyboard/ mouse/etc), what parts will you be reusing? Brands and models are appreciated.
Wont be reusing any
Will you be overclocking? If yes, are you interested in overclocking right away, or down the line? CPU and/or GPU?
I will not be overclocking at all
Are there any specific features or items you want/ need in the build? (ex: SSD, large amount of storage or a RAID setup, CUDA or OpenCL support, etc)
No i dont think so
Do you have any specific case preferences (Size like ITX/microATX/mid-towefull-tower, styles, colors, window or not, LED lighting, etc), or a particular color theme preference for the components?
I would prefer to have some lighting and the case to be black but it doesnt matter too much
Do you need a copy of Windows included in the budget? If you do need one included, do you have a preference?
I do need a copy of windows, i dont really have a preference
Extra info or particulars: I would like to be able to run fortnite on low settings at 240 fps stable is really my only need for this pc

PLAYBOY Interview With Conan O'Brien Interview by Kevin Cook For Playboy Magazine February 1998
A candid conversation with the preppie prince of "Late Night" about his rocky start, his show's secret one-day cancellation and how David Letterman saved the day.
He was polite. He was funny. He gave us a communicable disease.
At 34 Conan O'Brien is hotter than the fever he was running when we met in his private domain above the "Late Night" sound stage. A gangly freckle-faced ex-high school geek he is "one of TV's hottest properties" according to "People" magazine. The host of "Late Night With Conan O'Brien" has become his generation's king of comedy.
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. Congested too, but O'Brien has far more to worry about than his head cold. A perfectionist who broods over one bad minute in an otherwise perfect hour of TV, he worries he might be anhedonic, "I have trouble with success," he says, "I was raised to believe that if something good happens something bad is coming." Sure things look good now "Rolling Stone" calls "Late Night" "the hottest comedy show on TV." Ratings are better than ever, particularly among 18- to 34-year-olds, the viewers advertisers crave.
But O'Brien only works harder. Despite his illness he taped two shows in 26 hours on three hours' sleep. He smoothly interviewed Elton John then burst into coughing fits during commercials. Later in his crammed corner office overlooking Manhattan traffic Conan the Cool gulped Dayquil gel caps. He coughed spewing microbes.
"Sorry, sorry," he said. Of course O'Brien can't complain. He came seriously close to falling to being banished behind the scenes as just another failed talk show host.
At his first "Late Night" press conference he corrected a reporter who called him a relative unknown, "Sir I am a complete unknown," he said. That line got a laugh, but soon O'Brien looked doomed. His September 13, 1993 debut began with O'Brien in his dressing room preparing to hang himself only to be interrupted by the start of his show. Before long his career was hanging by a thread. Ratings were terrible. Critics hated the show. Tom Shales of "The Washington Post" called it as "lifeless and messy as roadkill." Shales said O'Brien should quit.
Network officials held urgent meetings discussing the Conan O'Brien debacle. Should they fire him? How should they explain their mistake?
In the end of course he turned it around. The network hung with him long enough for the ratings to improve and the host of the cooler-than-ever "Late Night" now defines comedy's cutting edge just as Letterman did ten years ago.
Even Shales loves "Late Night" these days. He calls O'Brien's turnaround "one of the most amazing transformations in television history."
O'Brien was born on April 18, 1963 in Brookline, Massachusetts. His father, a doctor, is a professor at Harvard Medical School. His mother, a lawyer, is a partner at an elite Boston Law firm. Conan, the third of six children became a lector at church and a misfit at school. Tall and goofy, bedeviled with acne, he tried to impress girls with jokes. That plan usually bombed, but O'Brien eventually found his niche at Harvard where he won the presidency of the "Harvard Lampoon" in 1983 and again in 1984 - the first two-time "Lampoon" president since humorist Robert Benchley held the honor 85 years ago.
After graduating magna cum laude with a double major in literature and American history he turned pro. Writing for HBO's "Not Necessarily The News." O'Brien was earning $100,000 a year before his 24th birthday. But writing was never enough.
He honed his performance skills with the Groundlings, a Los Angeles improv group. There he worked with his onetime girlfriend Lisa Kudrow, now starring on "Friends." But Conan was not such a standout. In 1988 he landed a job at "Saturday Night Live" - but as a writer, not as on-air talent. In almost four years on the show O'Brien made only fleeting appearances, usually as a crowd member or security guard. His writing was more memorable. He wrote (or co-wrote) Tom hanks' "Mr Short-Term Memory" skits as well as the "pump you up" infosatire of Hanz and Franz and the nude beach sketch in which Matthew Broderick and "SNL" members played nudists admiring one another's penises. With dozens of mentions of the word that hit was the most penis-heavy moment in TV history. It helped O'Brien win an Emmy for comedy writing.
In 1991 he quit "SNL" and moved on to "The Simpsons" where he worked for two years. His urge to perform came out in wall-bouncing antics in writers' meetings. "Conan makes you fall out of your chair" said "Simpsons" creator Matt Groening. O'Brien's yen to act out was so strong that he spurned Fox's reported seven-figure offer to continue as a writer. He was driving for the spotlight.
By then David Letterman had announced he was turning shin - leaving NBC taking his ton-rated act to CBS. Suddenly NBC was up a creek without a host. The network turned to Lorne Michaels, O'Brien's "Saturday Night Live" boss. Michaels enlisted Conan's help in the host search planning to use him in a behind-the-scenes job. But when Garry Shandling, Dana Carvey and almost every other star turned down the chore of following Letterman, Michaels finally listened to Conan's crazy suggestion, "Let me do it!" Michaels persuaded the network to entrust it's 12:30 slot which Letterman had turned into a gold mine to an untested wiseass from Harvard.
O'Brien was working on one of his last "Simpsons" episodes when he got the news. He turned "paler than usual," Groening recalled. The Conan moseyed back to where the other writers were working, "I'll come back with the Homer Simspon joke later. I have to go replace Letterman," he said.
NBC executives now get credit for their foresight during those dark days of 1993 and 1994. They snared the axe and now reap the multimillion-dollar spoils of that decision. In fact, the story is not so simple. We sent Contributing Editor Kevin Cook to unravel the tale of O'Brien's survival, which he tells here for the first time. Cook reports:
"His office is chock-full of significa. There's a three-foot plastic pickle the Letterman staff left behind in 1993 - perhaps to suggest what a predicament he was in. There's a copy of Jack Paar's 'I Kid You Not' and a coffee-table book called 'Saturday Night Live: The First 20 Years.' His bulletin board features letters from fans such as John Watters and Bob Dole and an 8" x 10" glossy of Andy Richter with the inscription: "To Conan - Your bitter jealousy warms my black heart. Love and Kisses Andy."
"Of course it's all for show. From the photos of kitch icons Adam West and Robert Stack to the framed Stan Laurel autograph, from the deathbed painting of Abraham Lincoln, to the ironic star taped to Conan's door - they're all clever signals that tell a visitor how to view the star. Lincoln was his collegiate preoccupation: stardom is his occupation. Somewhere between the two I hoped to find the real O'Brien.
"As a Playboy reader he wanted to give me a better-than-average interview. I wanted something more - a definitive look at the guy who may end up being the Johnny Carson of his generation."
"Here's hoping we succeeded. If not I carried his germs 3000 miles and infected dozens of Californians for no good reason.
O'Brien: Yes, this is how to do a Playboy Interview -- completely tanked on cold medicine. I'll pick it up and read, "Yes, I'm gay."
Playboy: We could talk another time. O'Brien: (coughing) No, it's OK. I memorized Dennis Rodman's answers. Can I use them?
Playboy: You sound really sick. Do you ever take a day off? O'Brien: No. The age of talk show hosts taking days off is over. Johnny Carson could go to Africa when he was the only game in town -- "See you in two weeks!" But nobody does that now. I will give you a million dollars on the first day Jay takes off for illness.
Playboy: Do you ever slow down and enjoy your success? O'Brien: If anything, the pace is picking up. Restaurateurs insist on giving me a table even if I'm only passing by, so I'm eating nine meals a night. Women stop me on the street and hand me their phone numbers.
Playboy: So you have groupies? O'Brien: Oh yes. And other fans. Drifters. Prisoners. Insomniacs. Cab Drivers, who must watch a lot of late night TV, seem to love me lately. They keep saying, "You will not pay, you will not pay, you make me happy!"
Playboy: How happy did your new contract make you? O'Brien: Terrified. The network said, "We're all set for five years." I said, "Shut up, shut up! I can't think that far ahead." Tonight, for instance, I do my jokes, then interview Elton John and Tim Meadows. We finished taping about 6:30. By 6:45 my memory was erased and my only thought was, Tomorrow: John Tesh. And I started to obsess about John Tesh. Sad, don't you think?
Playboy: Not too sad. You got off to a rocky start but now you're so hot that People magazine recently said, "that was then, this is wow." O'Brien: I try not to pay much attention. Since I ignored the critics who said I should shoot myself in the head with a German Luger, it would be cheating to tear out nice reviews now and rub them all over my body, giggling. Though I have thought about it.
Playboy: Tell us about your trademark gag. You interview a photo of Bill Clinton or some other celeb, and a pair of superimposed lips provide outrageous answers. O'Brien: We call it the Clutch Cargo bit, after that terrible old cartoon series. They saved money on animation by superimposing real lips on the cartoons. I wanted to do topical jokes in a cartoony way -- not just Conan doing quips at a desk. TV is visual; I want things to look funny. But we're not Saturday Night Live; we couldn't spend $100,000 on it. Hence, the cheap, cheesy lips, You'd be surprised how many people we fool.
Playboy: Viewers believe that's really the president yelling, "Yee-haw! Who's got a joint?" O'Brien: It's strange. You may know intellectually that Clinton doesn't talk like Foghorn Leghorn. Ninety-eight percent of your brain knows the president wouldn't say, "Whoa Conan get a load of that girl!" But there are a few brain cells that aren't sure. When Bob Dole was running for president we had him doing a past-life regression: "My cave, get away." And then back further, "Must form flippers to crawl on to rocky soil," he says. There may be people out there who believe that Bob Dole was the first amphibian.
Playboy: Do you ever go too far? O'Brien: The fun is in going too far. It's a nice device because you get Bill Clinton to do the nastiest Bill Clinton jokes. We'll have Clinton making fart noises while I say "Sir! Please!"
Playboy: Are you enjoying your job now, with your new success? O'Brien: Well, there are surprises. I hate surprises. Like most comics, I'm a control freak. But I am learning that the show works best when things are out of control. Tonight I ask Elton John if he likes being neighbors with Joan Collins. He says he isn't neighbors with Joan Collins. He lives next door to Tina Turner. So I panic -- huge mistake! But Elton saves the day. "Joan Collins, Tina Turner, it doesn't matter. Either way I could borrow a wig," he says. Huge laugh, all because I fucked up. Later he surprised me by blurting out that he's hung like a horse. The camera cuts to me shaking my head: That crazy Elton. What can I do? Of course, I'm delighted that he went too far.
Playboy: That "What can I do?" look resembles a classic take of Jack Benny's. O'Brien: There's an old saying in literature: "Good poets borrow; great poets steal." I think T.S. Eliot stole it from Ezra Pound. Comics steal, too. Constantly. When I watched Johnny Carson, I noticed that he got a few takes from Benny and Bob Hope. When a comedy writer told me how much Woody Allen had borrowed from Hope, I thought, What? They're nothing alike. Then I went back and watched Son of Paleface, and there's Hope, the nervous city guy backing up on his heels, wringing his hands and saying, "Sorry, I'll just be moving along." Now look at early Woody Allen. You see big authority figures and Woody nervously saying, "Look, I'll just be on my way." Of course Woody made it his own, but he must have watched and loved Bob Hope.
Playboy: Who are your role models? O'Brien: Carson. Woody Allen. SCTV. Peter Sellers. When Peter Sellers died I felt such a loss, thinking, There won't be anymore of that. There's some Steve Martin in my false bravado with female guests: "Why, hel-lo there!" And I won't deny having some Letterman in my bones.
Playboy: You were surprise as Letterman's successor. At first you seemed like the wrong choice. O'Brien: I didn't get ratings. That doesn't mean I didn't get laughs. Yes, I had a giant pompadour and I looked like a rockabilly freak. I was too excited, pushed too hard, and people said, "That guy isn't a polished performer." Fine! But it isn't my goal to be Joe Handsomehead cool, smooth talk show host. Late Night with Conan O'Brien is supposed to be a work in progress, and now that we've had some success there's a danger of our getting too polished and morphing into something smoothly professional. Which would suck.
Do you know why I wanted this show? Because Late Night with David Letterman played with the rules and it looked like fun. Here was a place where people did risky comedy every night for millions of people. We had to keep this thing alive. There should be a place on a big network where people are still messing around.
Playboy: How bad were your early days on the show? O'Brien: Bad. Dave left here under a cloud: his fans and the media were angry with NBC. Then NBC picks a guy with crazy hair and a weird name. And the world says, "Harvard? Those guys are assholes." I sincerely hope that the winter of December 1993, our first winter, was the worst time I will ever have. I'd go out to do the warm up and the back two rows of seats would be empty. That's hard to look at. I would tell a joke and then hear someone whisper, "Who's he? Where's Dave?"
Playboy: You had trouble getting guests. O'Brien: Bob Denver canceled on us. We shot a test show with Al Lewis of The Munsters. We did the clutch cargo thing with a photo of Herman Munster. Unfortunately, Fred Gwynne, who played Herman, had recently died, and Al Lewis kept pointing at the screen, saying, "You're dead! I was at your funeral!"
Playboy: For months you got worried notes from network executives. What did they say? O'Brien: They were worried. The fact that Lorne Michaels was involved bought me some time. But Lorne had turned to me at the start and said, "OK, Conan. What do you want to do?" Now television critics were after me and the network was starting to realize what a risk I was. Suggestions came fast and furious. I kept the note that said, "Why don't you just die?"
Playboy: Did they suggest ways to be funnier? O'Brien: They were more specific and tactical. The network gets very specific data. Say there was a drop in ratings between 12:44 and 12:48 when I was talking to Jon Bon Jovi. I'll be told, "Don't ever talk to him again" Or they'll want me to tease viewers into staying with us: "You should tease that -- say, 'We'll have nudity coming up next!'"
Playboy: You did come close to being cancelled. O'Brien: We were cancelled.
Playboy: Really? You have never admitted that. O'Brien: This is the first time I've talked about it. When I had been on for about a year, there was a meeting at the network. They decided to cancel my show. They said, "It's cancelled." Next day they realized they had nothing to put in the 12:30 slot, so we got a reprieve.
Playboy: Were you worried sick? O'Brien: I went into denial. I tried hard not to think, Yes, I'm bad on the air and my show has none of the things a TV show needs to survive. We had no ratings. No critics in our corner. Advertisers didn't like us. Affiliates wanted to drop us. Sometimes I'd meet a programming director from a local station where we had no rating at all. The guy would show me a printout with no number for Late Night's rating, just a hash mark or pound sign. I didn't dare think about that when I went out to do the show.
Playboy: Are you defending denial? O'Brien: How else does anyone get through a terrible experience? The odds were against me. Rationally, I didn't have much chance. Denial was my only friend. When I look back on the first year, it's like a scene from an old war movie: Ordinary guy gets thrown into combat, somehow beats impossible odds, staggers to safety. His buddy say, "You could have been killed!" The guy stops and thinks. "Could have been killed?" he says. His eyes cross and he faints.
Playboy: How did you dodge the bullet? O'Brien: There were people at NBC who stood up for me. I will always be indebted to Don Ohlmeyer, who stuck to his guns. Don said, "We chose this guy. We should stick with him unless we get a better plan." He was brutally honest. He came to me and said, "Give me about a 15 percent bump in the ratings and you'll stay on the air. If not, we're going to move on."
Playboy: Ohlmeyer started his career in the sports division. O'Brien: Exactly, his take was, "You're on our team." Of course, it wasn't exactly rational of Don to hope I'd be 15 percent funnier. It was like telling a farmer, "It better rain this week or we'll take your farm away."
Playboy: What did you say to Ohlmeyer? O'Brien: There wasn't time. I had to go out and do a monologue. But I will always be indebted to Don because he told me the truth. Wait a minute -- you have tricked me into talking lovingly about an NBC executive. Let me say that there were others who were beneath contempt -- executives who wouldn't know a good show if it swam up their asses and lit a campfire.
Playboy: Finally the ratings went your way. Hard work rewarded? O'Brien: Well, I also paid off the Nielsen people. That was $140,000 well spent.
Playboy: Ohlmeyer plus bribery saved you? O'Brien: There was something else. Just when everyone was kicking the crap out of the show, Letterman defended me.
Playboy: Letterman had signed off on NBC saying, "I don't really know Conan O'Brien, but I heard he killed someone." O'Brien: Then I pick up the paper and he's saying he thinks I am going to make it. "They do some interesting, innovative stuff over there," he says. "I think Conan will prevail." And then he came on as a guest. Remember, this was when we were at our nadir. There was no Machiavellian reason for David Letterman, who at the time was the biggest thing in show business, to be on my show.
Playboy: Why did he do it? O'Brien: I'm still not sure. Maybe out of a sense of honor. Fair play. And it woke me up. It made me think. Hey, we have a real fucking television show here.
Of six or seven pivotal points in my short history here, that was the first and maybe the biggest. I wouldn't be sitting here -- I probably wouldn't even exist today -- if he hadn't done our show.
Playboy: The Late Night wars were hardly noted for friendly gestures. O'Brien: How little you understand. Jay, Dave and I pal around all the time. We often ride a bicycle built for three up to the country. "Nice job with Fran Drescher!" "Thanks, pal. You weren't so bad with John Tesh." We sleep in triple-decker bunk beds and snore in unison like the Three Stooges.
Playboy: You talk more about Letterman than your NBC teammate Leno. O'Brien: I hate the "Leno or Letterman, who's better?" question. I can tell you that Jay has been great to me. He calls me occasionally.
Playboy: To say what? O'Brien: (Doing Leno's voice) "Hey, liked that bit you did last night." Or he'll say he saw we got a good rating. I call him at work, too. It can be a strange conversation because we're so different. Jay, for instance, really loves cars. He's got antique cars with kerosene lanterns, cars that run on peat moss. He'll be telling me about some classic car he has, made entirely of brass and leather, and I'll say, "Yeah, man, I got the Taurus with the vinyl." One thing we have in common is bad guests. There are certain actors, celebrities with nothing to say, who move through the talk show world wreaking havoc. They lay waste to Dave's town and Jay's town, then head my way.
Playboy: You must be getting some good guests. Your ratings have shown a marked improvement. O'Brien: Remember, when you're on at 12:30 the Nielsens are based on 80 people. My ratings drop if one person has a head cold and goes to bed early.
Playboy: Actually, you're seen by about 3 million people a night. Your ratings would be even higher if college dorms weren't excluded from the Nielsens. How many points does that cost you? O'Brien: I told you I'm an idiot. Now I have to do math too?
Playboy: Do you still get suggestions from NBC executives? O'Brien: Not as many. The number of notes you get is inversely proportional to your ratings.
Playboy: What keeps you motivated? O'Brien: Superstition. We have a stagehand, Bobby Bowman, who holds up the curtain when I run out for the monologue. He is the last person I see before the show starts, and I have to make him laugh before I go out. It started with mild jabs: "Bobby, you're drunk again." Bobby laughs, "Heehee."" Then it was, "Still having trouble with the wife, Bobby?" But after hundreds of shows, you find yourself running out of lines. It's gotten to where I do crass things at the last second. I'll put his hand on my ass and yell, "You fucking pervert!" Or drop to my knees and say, "Come on, Bobby, I'll give you a blow job!"
"Ha-ha. Conan, you're crazy," he says. But even that stuff wears off. Soon, I'll be making the writers work late to give me new jokes for Bobby.
Playboy: Did you plan to be a talk show host or did you fall into the job? O'Brien: I was an Irish Catholic kid from St. Ignatius parish in Brookline, outside of Boston. And that meant: Don't call attention to yourself. Don't ask for too much when the pie comes around. Don't get a girl pregnant and fuck up your life.
Playboy: Were you an alter boy? O'Brien: I wanted to be an alter boy, but the priest at St. Ignatius said, "No, no. You're good on your feet, kid," and made me a lector. A scripture reader at Mass. He was the one who spotted my talent.
Playboy: What did you think of sex in those days? O'Brien: I was sexually repressed. At 16 I still thought human reproduction was by mitosis.
Playboy: How did you get over your sexual repression? O'Brien: Who says I got over it? My leg has been jiggling this whole time.
Playboy: What were you like in high school? O'Brien: Like a crane galumphing down the hall. A crane with weird hair, bad skin and Clearasil. Big enough for basketball but lousy at it. My older brothers were better. I would compensate by running around the court doing comedy, saying, "Look out, this player has a drug addiction. He's incredibly egotistical."
I was an asshole at home, too. My little brother Justin loved playing cops and robbers, but I kept tying him up with bureaucratic bullshit. When he'd catch me, I'd say, "I get to call my lawyer." Then it was, "OK, Justin, we're at trial and you've been charged with illegal arrest. Fill out these forms in triplicate." Justin was eight; he hated all the lawsuits and countersuits. He just cried.
Playboy: Were you a class clown? O'Brien: Never. I was never someone who walked into a room full of strangers and started telling jokes. You had to get to know me before I could make you laugh. The same thing happened with Late Night. I needed to get the right rhythm with Andy and Max and the audience.
Playboy: So how did you finally learn about sex? O'Brien: My parents gave me a book, but it was useless. At the crucial moment, all it showed was a man and a woman with the bed covers pulled up to their chins. I tried to find out more from friends, but it didn't help. One childhood friend told me it was like parking a car in a garage. I kept worrying about poisonous fumes. What if the fumes build up? Should you shut off the engine?
Playboy: For all your talk about being repressed, you can be rowdy on the air. O'Brien: The show is my escape valve. When I tear off my shirt and gyrate my pelvis like Robert Plant, feigning orgasm into the microphone, that shows how repressed I am -- a guy who wants to push his sex at the lens but can only do it as a joke.
Playboy: Aren't you tempted to live it up? O'Brien: I always imagined that if I were a TV star I would live the way I pictured Johnny Carson living. Carousing, stepping out of a limo wearing a velvet ascot with a model on my arm. Now that I have the TV show, I drive up to Connecticut on the weekends and tool around in my car. I could probably join a free-sex cult, smoke crack between orgies and drive sports cars into swimming pools, and my Catholic guilt would still be there, throbbing like a toothache. Be careful. If something good happens, something bad is on the way.
Playboy: Yet you don't mind licking the supermodels. O'Brien: At one point a few of them lived in my building, women who are so beautiful they almost look weird, like aliens. To me, a woman who has a certain approachable amount of beauty becomes almost funny. It's the same with male supermodels. They look like big puppets. So while I admire their beauty I probably won't be "romantically linked" with a model. I'd catch my reflection in a ballroom mirror and break up laughing.
Playboy: The horny Roy Orbison growl you use on gorgeous guests sounds real enough -- O'Brien: Oh, I've been doing that shit since high school. It just never worked before.
Playboy: Your father is a doctor, your mother an attorney. What do they think of their son the comedian? O'Brien: My dad was the one who told me denial was a virtue. "Denial is how people get through horrible things," he said. He also cut out a newspaper article in which I said I was making money off something for which I should probably be treated. So true, he thought. But when I got an Emmy for helping write Saturday Night Live, my parents put it on the mantel next to the crucifix. Here's Jesus looking over, saying, "Wow, I saved mankind from sin, but I wish I had an Emmy."
Playboy: Ever been in therapy? O'Brien: Yes. I don't trust it. I have told therapists that I don't particularly want to feel good. "Repression and fear, that's my fuel." But the therapists said that I had nothing to worry about. "Don't worry Conan you will always be plenty fucked up."
Playboy: When a female guest comes out, how do you know whether to shake her hand or kiss her? Is that rehearsed O'Brien: No, and it's awkward. If you go to shake her hand and her head starts coming right at you, you have to change strategy fast. I have thought about using the show to make women kiss me, but that would probably creep out the people at home. I decided not to kiss Elton John.
Playboy: Do you get all fired up if Cindy Crawford or Rebecca Romijn does the show? O'Brien: I like making women laugh. Always have, ever since I discovered you can get girls' attention by acting like an ass. That's one of the joys of the show -- I'm working my eyebrows and going grrr and she's laughing, the audience is laughing. It's all a big put-on and I'm thinking. This is great. Here is a beautiful woman who has no choice but to put up with this shit.
But it's not always put on. Sometimes they flirt back. Sometimes there's a bit of chemistry. That happened with Jennifer Connelly of The Rocketeer.
Playboy: One guest, Jill Hennessy, took off her pants for you. Then you removed yours. Even Penn and Teller took off their pants. O'Brien: Something comes over me. It happened with Rebecca Romijn -- I was practically climbing her. Those are the times when Andy and the audience seem to disappear and it's just me and this lovely woman sitting there flirting. I keep expecting a waiter to say, "More wine, Monsieur?"
Playboy: Would you lick the wine bottle? O'Brien: It's true, there's a lot of licking on the show. I have licked guests. I have licked Andy. Comedy professionals will read this and say, "Great work, Conan. Impressive." But I have learned that if you lick a guest, people laugh. If I pick this shoe off the floor, examine it, Hmmm, and then lick it, people laugh. I learned this lesson on The Simpsons, where I was the writer who was forever trying to entertain the other writers. I still try desperately to make our writers laugh, which is probably a sign of sickness since they work for me now. Licking is one of those things that look funny.
Playboy: Johnny Carson never licked Ed McMahon. O'Brien: We are much more physical and more stupid than the old Tonight Show. Even in our offices before the show there's always some writer acting out a scene crashing his head through my door. A behind-the-scenes look at our show might frighten people.
Playboy: One night you showed a doctored photo of Craig T. Nelson having sex with Jerry Van Dyke. Did they complain about it? O'Brien: I haven't heard from them. Of course I'm blessed not to be a part of the celebrity pond. I have a television show in New York, an NBC outpost. I don't run with or even run into many Hollywood people.
Playboy: You also announced that Tori Spelling has a penis. O'Brien: I did not. Polly the Peacock said that.
Playboy: Another character you use to say the outrageous stuff. O'Brien: Polly is not popular with the network.
Playboy: You mock Fabio, too. O'Brien: If he sues me, it'll be the best thing that ever happened. A publicity bonanza: Courtroom sketches of Fabio with his man-boobs quivering, shaking his fist, and me shouting at him across the courtroom. I'm not afraid of Fabio. He knows where to find me. I'm saying it right here for the record: Fabio, let's get it on.
Playboy: Ever have a run-in with an angry celeb? O'Brien: I did a Kelsey Grammar joke a few years ago, something about his interesting lifestyle, then heard through the network that he was upset. He had appeared on my show and expected some support. At this point my intellect says, "Kelsey Grammar is a public figure. I was in the right." Then I saw him in an airport. Kelsey didn't see me at first: I could have kept walking. But there he was, eating a cruller in the airport lounge. I thought I should go over. I said hello and then said, "Kelsey, I'm sorry if I upset you." And he was glad. He looked relieved. He said, "Oh, that's OK." We both felt better.
....See my other post with the last third of the interview