Occupation: Genial talk-show host.
Birthday: April 18, 1963.
Birthplace: Brookline, Mass.
Current home: Manhattan.
Marital status: Single.
Car: A 1992 dark green Ford Taurus SHO.
Working on: Hosting “Late Night,” on NBC-TV, and modeling. I’m waiting for a call from the Sears catalog people.
I stay home to watch: Myself; it affects my ratings.
Most important book I still have to read: Arsenio Hall’s autobiography.
Nickname: Conan was stupid enough for most people.
Favorite performers: The Marx Brothers.
Favorite childhood memory: The day we got a color television. It was in 1976.
I’d give anything to meet: John Cleese.
The worst part of my job: I’m responsible for getting the guests a ride home.
A really great evening to me is: A moonlight cruise around Manhattan with a beautiful woman, a dinner of ribs and then-karaoke.
The worst advice my mother ever gave me: She insisted bell-bottoms looked great on me.
The one thing I can’t stand: People who are full of themselves.
If I could change two things about myself: I hate my big fat Irish face, and I can’t tan. If I go in the sun for 5 minutes, I get red and look like a drunk. I use 80 sunblock.
People who knew me in high school thought: I had TB or something. I was incredibly skinny.
My most irrational act: Choosing to end my first night of “Late Night” by singing.
The price I’ve paid for success: It’s much more difficult to buy embarrassing products at the drug store.
My friends like me because: I listen to them, but after 4 minutes, I have to go to a commercial.
If I’ve learned one thing in life, it’s: If things aren’t going the way you want, even if you can’t figure out what to do, they’ll improve because of the cyclical nature of life.
My most humbling experience: Trying to explain to the media who I am.
Three words that best describe me: Caucasian, tall and unarmed.
