I play in this cool online game called Predictatron with a bunch of names you'd know (Jim Baker runs it, so that gives you some idea) and some you probably don't know you know.

I completely suck at this game. I'm one point out of last.

Still, it's the coolest game because it's filled with people that I can say I 'know' without having met them. I want to buy them beers and pick their brains.

Chris Marcil is one of those guys. He has a piece in the NY Times, which, to me, is the pinnacle. I know, I know, but it's still one of those things on my lifetime fantasy list. Like Angelina Jolie, it's probably nothing like you imagined, but you'd probably put it near the top of your resume.

Of course, if I had Chris' resume, I'm not sure what would go at the top. And I probably wouldn't want to have a beer with me.