I’ll take a guess that it’s something to do with perception of shifting spatial relations as your head moves around even slightly?
I’m not famous. But, just as your Uncle Bob can be counted on to tell that same fishing story every Thanksgiving, I never miss an opportunity to mention that Dick Sargent of “Bewitched” fame (aka “The Second Darrin”) was my great-uncle.
My wife’s brother’s wife’s cousin is Johnny Knoxville of Jackass fame.
The funniest part is listening to my son (who is my wife’s stepson) tell people that Johnny Knoxville is his step-uncle/cousin.
My eyes are famous. They were written up in a medical journal once for being so weird.
Hoss Cartright from Bonanza was grandmothers cousin.
I’ve slept with one of the offspring of a famous (Australia Rules) football identify.
On a number of occasions, I’ve also done the dirty with an Australian Olympian.
There was a lot of contact involved, but sadly none of the fame rubbed off on me.
Wow Kam, so was one of my daughters eyes, well, hers was in a text book.
Claire Benito (sadly deceased) who played Mam in the Australian film Bad Boy Bubby was my stand in mother when I was 17 and a lost child. (I absolutely swear her mothering skills deteriorated severely in the following 25 or so years. 
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I am also mentioned in Hansard the parliamentary record of the Australian Federal parliament, although my name was deleted. I still may become famous over that.
Woo-Hoo I am on the front page of our local paper this week. I am a member of the local Human Society and do rescues so last week we had an adoption nd my pet got his picture taken with Santa at the adoption. We ended up ont he front page…my 3 minutes of fame and I have to share it with a stray dog. HA!
I appeared on a semi-regular basis on the smash cable-access TV show “This Week in Joe’s Basement.”
Is that something like “Wayne’s World?” 
I try not to bring this up too often, but many years ago, I put the “bop” in the “bop she-bop she-bop.”
But, contrary to your rather public claims, you did not put the ram in the rama-lama-ding-dong. This result was achieved during the 1920’s Style Death Ray research of Professor Einstein.
Well, if we’re going to play celebrity-by-association, then I’m obliged to mention that I used to date a gal who a) had been married to a guy who toured with Pat Metheny in the early days and b) had dated a guy who dated actress Stephanie Zimbalist (which probably means that if anyone ever invents the game Seven Degrees of Sharing Scabies with Kevin Bacon, my name will be in the database somewhere).
Used to work in local radio and television (medium market) til I finally came to my senses. Some air time in the former, no face time in the latter unless some idiot set up a camera in the control room. (Did do some voice work, which led to this interesting situation one night: I’m standing in the throne room taking a wizz when I suddenly hear my own voice booming from the TV in the living room. Weird.)
Were I a name-dropper I could list quite a few genuinely well-know folks who dropped in for interviews over the years, but I won’t. Except for G. Gordon Liddy, and that only so I can pass on a comment made later by our receptionist: “I looked up and thought Hitler had entered the building.”
Eva Luna wrote:
Would this perchance be the 1983 commercial in which the DM uses the module B2: Keep on the Borderlands as a DM screen, and there was a cartoon of a party defeating a dragon even though there is no dragon in Keep on the Borderlands?
Curses, foiled by Dr. Bosda again! Fool! I’ll destroy him all!
(her? it?)
One of my friends worked on several well-known video games including the 2nd Matrix movie one.
I know almost everyone famous in the Japanese Animation industry. Through them I know a bunch of big name actors and musicians. I’ve been told some pretty wild stories.
One of my friends is an indie-movie producer. He used to be in a punk band with Trent Reznor and he’s worked with a lot of famous people. He lives down the street from the Playboy Mansion.
Overall though, I am terribly bad with faces. I’ve probably run into lots of famous people over the years and just not realized it.
We are a Collective.
Resistance is futile.
You will be assimilated.
I was famous for about 10 months in an area of about 4 million people here in Korea. I had a ten minute spot on a show called “My Hometown is Great” with Miss Daegu (Korea’s third largest city). People would come up to me in supermarkets and on the street and say, “Hi Masuro, I watch your show.” It was kind of creepy, actually. All these people knew my name but I had never met them before. Sometimes taxi drivers slowed down (that’s amazing in itself!) to greet me. I imagine it must be really strange to be nationally or world famous. I wouldn’t want it.
Oh yeah, I forgot.
9 Months or so back, my family was mentioned on a local TV news show, listing people that the State government owed money to.
We don’t watch that channel, but about 200 people recognized our family name, & call us, or approached us in person.
Creepy.
Oh yeah, I forgot.
9 Months or so back, my family was mentioned on a local TV news show, listing people that the State government owed money to.
We don’t watch that channel, but about 200 people recognized our family name, & call us, or approached us in person.
Creepy.
One night whilst working at Buckingham Palace, I snuck into my girlfiends room for a spot of rough, anal sex.
I got the wrong room and shagged Prince Charles.