Very pleased to meet you, Your Royal Highness.
curtsey
Julie
I’m famous for being able to become invisible.
All I have to do is go into a pub and stand at the bar waiting to get served. The bar staff just can’t see me at all.
I can be invisible for long spells at a time.
V
Well, if we’re including celebrities we (kinda sorta almost) know, then the closest I can come is that I went to law school with former 49ers quarterback Steve Young. We weren’t best buds or anything, but we did have at least one small class together (Jewish Law, believe it or not) and were on a first name basis.
Nice guy, but it was a little depressing seeing every attractive, eligible female on campus follow him around like a lovesick puppy. Of course, if it weren’t for him, I probably never would have known just how many drop-dead gorgeous women we had on campus in the first place…
Barry
Well, since your father’s son is YOU, then you are talking about your SON.
And as for the topic of this thread, I am not yet famous, but have been seen doing stand-up by many tourists to Las Vegas. I will keep going at it until I get well known enough to do just that for a living.
Wait a minute, if we’re going to talk about celebrity here, shouldn’t one important measure be if Cecil has ever answered one of your questions in his column?
He did one of mine (nyaah-nyaah!). I’d tell you exactly which one, but that would reveal my secret identity.
You write for PC Gamer?
My brother-in-law is the sound engineer for Evanescence.
Its a modest, but honest-to-goodness claim to fame, at least for the moment.
Oooh, good idea! He did one of mine, first and only one I ever asked, as a matter of fact. It was because of that I discovered the message board - well, I had to find out if anyone had commented on it, didn’t I?
Ooh, yeah! I loved that 1960’s style of pop-rock.
I have this idea that the user Sting is really* Mick Jagger *
My cousin 4 times removed was the first Prime Minister of Canada (and like the rest of our family, a wee bit of an alcoholic).
I have a feeling I have just become infamous as a result of a bizzare old topic bumping episode caused by a lazy attempt to recycle one of my old posts.
Big talk, coming from an Eldrich Horror that walked out on his wife!
Remember Betty Jo? Betty Jo Cthulhu? Your ever-lovin’ wife!?!
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?s=&threadid=223005&highlight=Cthulhu
Oh, the shame of it all!
She was too good for you, you know. 
Burt Reynolds bought me a beer in Benalmadena, Spain, years ago. He also bought everyone else one but only because I told him to.
I was also Tom Hanks fly buttons in “Saving Private Ryan”
When I was eleven, I took a flight from Sacramento to Las Vegas, and sat next to Ted Nugent. We had a conversation about Led Zeppelin. He autographed my plane ticket holder thingie.
Believe it or not, upon seeing the subject line, I thought to myself “Does Doc count?” Clearly, I spend way to much time on this and some of those other websites.
Hey, me too! (Morse, that is. Don’t know about Cook)
I hang around with famous people every once and a while, but the whole fame thing hasn’t really rubbed off on me yet. I would say that well over 100,000 people have paid to see various shows I’ve worked on, but nobody knows my name. sniff.
My dad helped develope the capsule retrival system that NASA used to retrive the capsules from water landings. Apparently, according to my mother, if he (and his cohorts) had gone after NASA we’d be stinkin’ rich.
My parents use to attend cocktail parties in Cocoa Beach, FL with the original astronauts.
When you see the space shuttle go up in Florida, it is in the press tower that my Uncle built.
One of my dads cousins in WV ran for congress ( or senate, I can’t remember) but was running against a Rockefeller and, well, lost. Never met that side of the family.
I’ve had three brothers on TV posthumously during the MDA telethon.
I wouldn’t have normally thought this would count as being famous, but seeing as how loosely “famous” is being used in this thread, what the hell. I’ve been on tv (well, PBS, but it’s still tv!) here in Georgia once a year for the past five years. Every September the Georgia Music Hall of Fame has its annual awards ceremony and banquet broadcast live on PBS. For the past five years, I’ve been one of the girls (there are only 2 of us) that walks up onstage behind the presenter, carrying the 10lb chunk of Tiffany crystal statue, and stand there and smile until my face hurts while the presenter and winner talk for about two hours. Well, actually, it’s probably close to 10 minutes altogether, but it just seems like a long time. (on preview, whoa! that’s a bad sentence, but I don’t feel like fixing it.)
It’s really fun. I’ve gotten some great stories - especially one about Guy Sharpe (a local tv/radio personality, who has to be pushing 90), who came onstage drunk and I had to talk him into going back to the side of the stage where he belonged. On live television.
I won’t go into the list of all of the people that I’ve met there, but I will say that the nicest people that I’ve ever had to deal with at the show were the Indigo Girls. I never witnessed it, but according to my friend that runs the whole shebang, the B52’s were one of the worst. I was told before they went on to “get them the hell out of here” as soon as they were done.
I was once an extra in a D&D commercial, and I’ve appeared on Bozo’s Circus.
I went to high school with John Cusack and Jeremy Piven. I was not friends with either of them, and I doubt they remember I existed.
I could write more about my connections, but then you’d know too much and I’d have to kill you.