This thread is all about YOU..

We did this a while back, and it was so much fun we ended up with TWO threads of hundreds of replies..

Tell us all something that we do NOT know about you or your life..

Fun stuff... Silly stuff...Serious stuff.. Brushes with fame..Brushes with infamy..

This should be especially fun for the new ones.. You can learn a lot about us "oldtimers"..Probably more than you ever wanted to know..

AND you can tell us some fun stuff about you too.:)

Not going to tell which ones. You will have to guess.

The new Stephen Sondheim musical. My boyfriend and I were waiting in the lobby of the Goodman Theater after the show. Richard Kind, one of the stars of "Bounce" came out and we introduced ourselves to him. Very nice man. I was pleasantly surprised how good he was in this musical.

I also met Mitzi Gaynor at a gay bar in Chicago after the gay pride parade a few years back, but that's another story.

Mitzi Gaynor was doing a show in Toledo, Ohio. I went to a gay bar afterward and most of her male dancers were there. I struck up a conversation with one of them, and needless to say the rest of the weekend was VERY interesting. :-)

He was on Mad about you too. He is doing Mama Mia in DC.

:bounce:

:hi:

skull the other day.

:)

and while surveying a 430 acre parcel a week ago, I noticed a flat bone exposed out from a creek bank. The skull fragment is human and probably from an infant. It may also be 4000 years old. Or 300. No way to know without sending it to a lab. We performed a re-buriel ceremony with sage and tobacco.

Sigh...good thing I moved into production and out of acting! Or I'd be more broke than I am...

he said there would be "blood on the streets this summer, and I'm the only one here who can save 'em"

I was about 13 in Augusta, GA when he told me that. He wasn't much taller than I was, either.

I got to dig fake money out of a huge pile of garbage that was dumped on my dad's front lawn.

There was supposed to be $10,000 in the pile. I found:
$100 - 1 (OK, I didn't find this one, it was secretly given to me before-hand by the pretty girl from the station)
$50 - 0
$20 - 0
$10 - 5
$5 - 10
$1 - 171

I ended up with $371 - I was NOT happy. Then the DJ gave me a bunch more. Ended up with over $2,700. Too bad I wasted it on a really crappy car.

When she was Prez of the Red Cross. The mix up was she thought my reward came from Clinton (it was for another Person). I said great better than getting one from guvnor Gilmore (Big time R) She just looked at me kinda shocked.

It was a Certificate of Extraordinary Personal Action. I was the lone liberal at a Conservative Lovefest.

DDQM

Ice Cream at a local zoo in New Zealand.

That was 20+ years ago and I realized that Gekas was a doddering old fool. Central PA finally realized it and got rid of him this year and replaced him with a democrat!!

He was a horrible, useless waste of a politician, but he was in Duncannon's 4th of July parade every year, so daggum it, people done voted for 'im!

My father use to organize the food for all of the Carnivale and I was working in the Ring-A-Coke Stand.

Duncannon?

Did you go to Susquenita? I was from Marysville.

What are the chances of 2 Susquenita alums being on a Democratic message board!?!

I thought the party died out when I left the county.

I didn't think it was possible. I thought for sure I was the only liberal that Perry County ever produced.

My mother blamed the neighbors for me being a liberal. But they retired and moved to Florida.

It really was Jimmy Carter and the Peanuts!

It must have been terribly frustrating to be part of the Democratic Pary in that county. Hell, I was just frustrated being a registered voter there!

I have an encounter with Fred Noye(R) (Perry Co's state rep) to thank for part of my liberal awakening.

Thanks LynneSin...I think I just thought of the witty line I needed at the bottom of my business card...I think I'll put (in small type) ALSO GOOD FOR ONE FREE ICE CREAM AT THE NEW BRUNSWICK ZOO!

HA! I was looking for something kinda silly but not too over the top, this is perfect...now I just have to use up the 600 odd cards I already have...

I have friends that can belch the alphabet and I can't make nary a sound. Probably why I get an upset stomach - I can't belch the air out of my stomach.

I once had lunch with Bootsey Collins.

I can write backwards, upside-down, in cursive. On an Etch-a-Sketch. :D

My appendix is on the left side of my body, which according to my Dr. isn't at all that rare; most people don't even know it unless it explodes or something.

I regularly have extremely weird dreams, often lately involving Duers. *Step AWAY from the pc, dolo*

I probably have more MP3s than you or anyone you know. :evilgrin:

while working at the Red Bull Diner in Wallingford, CT. A long time ago.

beat that?

I never met him IRL, but wish I had.

Yep - snatched from the baby store at 4 days old. :D

:)..

My parents left me in Toronto (we are from Cleveland, Oh), when I was 10 and drove all the way to the Falls before they realized I was'nt in another of the cars.

One from each cheek, and one from the larynx -- it sounds like two ducks being stepped on by a pervert.

In the town where he lived there was an ordinance that if you sheered your sheep - or something like that - you couldn't let the excess hair run down the drainage ditch in the street.

So a neighbor's sheeps hair was in the drain, and the cops went to my great grandfather's house thinking it was his. They got into a big fight, swords were drawn, and my grandfather killed them.

He ran off to the mountains and my grandfather had to be raised in a monestary until he fled to America.

AT a little bar in QUebec...I may have told this last time actually, guess I'm boring.

Oh I have a picture of me giving Jacque Parizeau the middle finger.

Did the pernicious little lardbucket bite it off?

:toast:

About fifty feet...so he couldn't quite get to it.

He was speaking at Universite DU Quebec a Trois Riveries...as a Britih Columbian I felt I should go...but no Quebecers did haha...there must have been no more than 60 people in the auditorium...some much for the youth vote.

What will Canada think of next?

My father's side of the family were early settlers in America. They owned much of what is now Long Island Sound. One of the members of this family was Lyman Hall, one of the signers of the Declaration of Independence, and a founding Statesman.

So whenever some punk-ass freeper tells me to "love it or leave it," I tell them that I have much more of an owner's claim to this country than they do, and frankly, it'd be better if they weren't stinking up MY country!

was a city official in New Amsterdam, and the first mayor of New York City under the British. Our ancestors probably knew each other.

As a side note, my great-great-great-great grandfather once owned the entire town in which my family grew up, but lost the deed to it in a poker game; the winner allowed him to keep a small parcel of land, and that's where he built the house in which we grew up.

That poker game set an example with the succeeding generations; every generation of my family since then has been working-class.

at the very beginning and was asked to join them. He thought they were hippies and refused. :eyes:

I was on Captain Kangaroo once. My sisters were asked to come down and grab all the candy they could carry. My brilliant sisters lifted up their skirts so they could carry more. :-)

All 1,083 of them.
John
Oh, and I got mentioned in the Congressional Record (104th Congress, first session) on Dec. 20, 1995 (Vol. 141 No. 205).

I would have changed my major. Long story - here's the short version.

Was working hard (?!?!?) at my studies - was an engineering major. I was having problems with a structures class (second time around. Got a "D" the first time). In this second attempt, I still got a "D" on the first test of the semester. Had some MAJOR thoughts about the direction my scholastic life was heading. After an anguished call to my parents (who were supportive of me, even though I was screwing up this class for the second time), they said "Study hard, and give it a try until you take one more test. Then decide." I decided if I got anything below a "C", I was going to CODO (Change of Degree Objective).

Studied hard, and got a solid "B" on the next test. But I still ended up with a fucking "D" for the semester. Again.

What would I have changed my major to? Telecommunications. I worked at a college radio station, and would have changed my major so that I could have done that for a REAL job. Had I pursued that as a career, I probably could have been fired from some of the finest radios statiions in the country by now, closely resembling Johnny Fever from WKRP...

But it would have been a lot of fun, though.

in an artsy girly calender. A good friend of mine when I lived in LA was a photographer. We hung out quite a bit and she liked photographing me for fun. One of her good friends was an artist who was part of a group that made a specific type of art. The artist got the idea that he wanted to do a girly calender featuring the groups art. My photographer friend asked me to do it and at first I said, "no way!" She relented and I gave in for arts sake. The photos weren't nudes or anything but more like Vargas meets funky modern religious art.
The strange part was they had a party on Elvis' birthday as a sort of kick off for the project after the photos had been taken. The party started at around 5:30 and naturally I didn't show up until about 7:30. I walked in the door and was swarmed by several young men which honestly freaked me out, not mention the fact that my photographer friend was wasted and speaking incoherently. I walked over and listened to this man play the most beautiful Spanish guitar piece and when he was finish he pulled out some baggies and said, "Shrooms? Peyote Buds?" to which I replied, "No thank you."
Later, the artist who organized the project and party gave me a tour where I discovered there were photos and posters of me scattered throughout the house, one poster was in his roommate's bedroom. I was so embarrassed but realized why all these men had been coming up to me 1) they were totally wasted and 2) there were all these semi naughty pictures and posters of me. I fled the party not long after and the calender project was a very sore subject with me. I have no idea whether it took off or sold or anything, I just didn't want to talk about it. I had never felt more like an object in my life.

the last time was 23 years ago when I took iron with orange juice on an empty stomach. The time before that was about 12 years previous when I had mono. Before that I don't even remember. Here I am in my mid forties and I think I have puked about 3 times in my whole life. Weird!

:).. Drunk people have tossed their cookies in my car on a few occasions...(Not in the last 25 years or so )

of wine or a single mixed drink like I do now. There were many times I would have been very releived to have been able to get rid of 4 or 5 Scotch on the rocks. I used to try to make myself throw up and it never worked. Little did I know the secret was your car!

The last time I threw up was September 19, 1981. (Alcohol induced at a fraternity party). Before that, it was approximately 1972 or so.

I'm sure I did my fair share in the first 6 or 7 years of my life, though...

at least not to me. I'm 33 years old and the last time I threw up I was 8. I just can't do it. :shrug:

but I think if I drank deadly amounts of alcohol I would die before i was able to throw up.

My grandfather in the Civil War for the Confederacy.:hi:

which is weird because that is my "lazy eye." I have ambliopia (sp?) in that eye.

Yes, that Ted Olson. It was kind of cool, because we got to see things in D.C. that tourists don't usually get to see. It was during the shutdown of the gov't that year - everything was closed so he took us on a tour of non-tourist sights.

How it happened. His sister (a very kind and wonderful person) is one of my mom's best friends and we went on a family trip to D.C. when Olson was President Reagan's Assistant Attorney General for the Office of Legal Counsel. I was 12 or 13 years old at the time.

So now you can see when I say my family is republican, I am not kidding. Although my diehard republican parents managed to raise to diehard liberals - go figure.

He was in the 2nd Div., a unit that saw heavy action as a part of the AEF in WWI. When he returned to Chicago he, like many other vets were disillusioned. He participayed in the Bonus March the veterans staged in DC and later, during the depression, joined the communist party and once got arrested for hanging posters.

He introduced my dad, as a young lad, to the Communist Prez candidate.

Seriously. If I drink beer I get bright red and throw up. I can drink any other kind of alcoholic beverage just fine.

A doctor told me it's probably the hops I am allergic to.

and was chased out of the ocean by a "herd" of angry barracuda..

(I had an exciting childhood)..:eyes:

lol!

betcha didn't know that. I can explain the story, but I'm not sure anyone's interested. :D

I'M INTERESTED !!!!!!!!!!!!!

work an hour early as I knew he hated to get up. It made me laugh. ( I am not married now)

My husband routinely sets his watch ahead 15 minutes.. But when he's running late, he "knows" his watch is fast, so it really makes no difference :)

Back in the 1920s and 30s, he and an equally squalid lot called the Loyal Sons of the Golden State pushed through the "Yellow Peril" laws, which prohibited marriage between Asians and whites. Their propaganda fulminated regularly against the horrifying prospect that these mixed marriages would produce "mongrelized" children.

Heh heh heh... in 1934, Dad came to Berkeley after graduating from Harvard (at age 19!) and met Mom. They fell in love, but couldn't marry in California (he was Jewish, she was Nisei), so eventually they moved to Chicago where after several years of cohabitation they married in 1941.

Some years later, my brother and I were born--although by the time I came along, they'd moved back to California!

I like to think that every breath I take fans the hellfires burning under the old bastard.

:evilgrin:

Now, of course it's debatable whether either Hearst or the Loyal Sons would have accounted a Jewish guy a good dyed-in-the-wool white man, but hey...

George Herbert Walker Bush.

The person who gave it to me was not expecting my reaction! }(

After living in india, i found that washing up beats toilet paper and is less abrasive... i use the spray-thingie squatting in the shower careful to wash away all traces of my vice... done so for years.

Some day i'll get a bidet.

In a public restroom, i'll take paper towels and wet them in the sink... but me no use dry paper... :-)

who used her HANDS to wipe up afterwards, using water from the toilet....i never ate anything she cooked after that:-(

:puke:

...when I was in grade school. The school librarian gave me a copy of a book by Jackson to have him sign it for the school. When I handed him the book he asked me my name. I thought he was about to make chit chat. I realized much too late that he was writing out a message to ME personally rather than for the school. The librarian was not thrilled when I returned the book.

The funny part... we all were sure that this guy was destined to be on the "other side of the bars"..:)

in a nationally known gay adult magazine.

And I once checked Pat Buchanan into the hotel where I work part-time. He looked MUCH older in person.

I have my share of gay adult magazines. I'll be on the lookout.

You don't go by Dirk Diggler, do you?

:P

although not at the same time!:)

...well over 100 times. I saw it at least 35 times when it was in the theatres during the late '70s. When I got a VCR it was the first movie I bought a copy of.

He was in his early 20's and was forcibly recruited by Franco's Nationalists. He was a Republican, but kept his mouth shut and, since he was a pharmacist and his job was saving lives instead of terminating them, he wasn't overly anguished with that. Treated Republican POWs too.

He had honeymoon with Mom in a city under siege, with bombs flying over their heads. Well, I guess they didn't notice the bombs too much.

Also, he used his good position in the Army to get Grandpa out of jail many times (he had the habit of badmouthing the Fascists in public).

He eventually emigrated to Brazil, decided he had to have a 6th child and here I am. I owe my lefty tendencies to him.

He turns 90 this December. Seems good to go 100 with a foot tied behind his back. A great, unique man.

and effective systems both political and social.

Energy is the key to the future so why are we wasting it by sheer gluttonous waste and by poor inefficent designed systems?

Where are the Plans for a World wide Luau?

How can we make our lives more fun, more exciting, more meaningful?

How can we rid ourselves of LOLOness?

Where are the Schools/Institutes that offer Social System Improvements 101, 277, 369, and 825??

Are there a Masters and a Doctorate Program for the above?

Where are the funds for the Peace Corps? and why is it so little?

How can the DU evolve into a mega site for the DEM Party?? Do we want to?

How can we expose the Pubs for what they truly are?

Can Michael Moore be reached for a guest colume here on the DU?

Other notables?

Can we have a Question Contest with the best ten being answered by DEAN< KERRY< CLARK< CLINTON< etc? Here on the DU in a special Thread?

Can we..... oh, never mind, I was ranting,

Sorry for being a space hog.

Opi

:pals:

... and I had really, really BIG Billy Idol hair and wore really really SHORT skirts in the 80's.


:silly:



:hippie:

you need to head to the Y and take swimming classes. You don't have to learn how to be a long distance swimmer but at the very least you must be able to manuever in the water a bit - you never know what could happen. For example, here in Texas flash floods are quite common.

not really at the same time, but you never know when you could use those skills.

Oh, wait. That wasn't me.

1) I've played Ronnie Milsap's piano
2) I pose nude (not porn, but black-and-white erotica)

in the back of a moving hearse.

was he a live one?;)

and the only "stiff" in the car. :evilgrin:

I shit you not.

I always thought this was a unique talent, but I read somewhere that Cindy Crawford can do it too. I guess you just have to be double jointed.

Once wore glasses at age 5
Knew all the presidents, first ladies, states, and capitals by same age
taught self how to read at age 3
attended Clinton's first inguaration
has a birthmark on left arm pit
I got a really awful temper
ok theres more I know

went directly to complete sentences and an multi-syllabic words.

Well, maybe not the multisyllabic part.

My first words were, "all gone now!". Either a searing satirical commentary on the decline of public morals or an indication I had finished my mush; you decide.

I tried to have a homebirth with my last baby and learned these techniques in preparation. I did go to the hospital but only after 3 days of labor and 12 hours stalled in transition between 7 and 8cm(women who've had babies understand what this would be like). I lost it after the 9th hour of transition and couldn't keep going with the self-hypnosis, but up until then I could control it. :( After going through that experience, I fear nothing and noone any longer. I was a warrior beyond warriors.

I was about 12 and goofing around down in a man made creek that runs along the highway with a couple girlfriends. There was one way to get down there and then you could walk for a couple miles, and from the bottom up to the street/sidewalk once you're down there musta been 30 feet or so, so you had to go all the way back to that one place to climb out the side to get back out.

Anyway, we were about a half-mile down the way in the creek coming back and I was walking in the water with my shoes off and slipped and fell. I landed on my knee and RIPPED it wide open several inches. It was bleeding profusely and squirting blood - I thought my friends were either going to pass out or puke.

There was no way I could get out of there without help. The fire station (where we played touch football with the firemen) was near the place to get back out of the creek - about a half-mile away. So they went to get help and I stayed put and held the gash on my knee closed so it would squirt.

BOY DID I GET HELP!! I got the fire trucks, a police squad car, AND an ambulance, all sitting 30 feet above me looking down into the creek at my predicament. Spectators must have thought I fell down INTO the creek. But anyway, the fire squad lowered a ladder and wrapped up my knee and strapped me against one of the guys so he could take me back up the ladder. Then the ambulance took me to the hospital from there.

That was my big excitement at age 12. It was even in the paper. I don't have any idea what made me think of it now.