Hi hey what's up. This is Tasha, one of your resident 1920s gangster players (Jimmy Darmody and Meyer Lansky are my darlings who make terrible choices) bringing you someone who... is not a 1920s gangster! He's not even a criminal at all! Cue the shock and horror, I suppose.

This right here is Michael Ginsberg (though really, he'd prefer if you dropped the Michael and just stuck to the "Ginsberg" part,) from the wonderful show Mad Men. He's a super liberal, super outspoken, offbeat and extremely odd copywriter from New York, who likes sci-fi and talking about politics. He's in his early to mid-twenties, still lives at home with his adoptive father, and considers himself to be a bit of an outcast. Last he checked, it was 1968.

And he's thrilled to be here.

Oh wait, that part's a lie, he might freak out about it pretty bad. Looking forward to throwing him at all y'all!