My college history advisor was Niall Ferguson. Well, it’s a big name in history circles.
Myself, I am known as the best off-spin bowler in all of Niagara County, New York.
I’m pretty sure I went to the same high school as Marcia Gay Harden. Maybe.
I’m pretty sure I went to the same high school as Marcia Gay Harden. Maybe.
When my uncle died President Clinton sent flowers, as did the governer of Arkansas. (I think he’s in prison now!) Also, Senator Bumpers came to the memorial service.
Once I was on the same airplane as Jimmy Carter. He had just started his campaign for president, and he was flying coach.
I’m going out with the granddaughter of Tim West and Prunella Scales and my uncle is (oscar award winner) Derek Meddings, he won the award for ‘Batman’ as the special effects director and is also famed for designing the ‘Thunderbirds’. But alas I am famous for nothing…except maybe my roast chicken with lemon and tarragon sauce.
Oh and I forgot to add that my left ass cheek is famous via its association with Sir Ian McKellins hand…
I have a left shoulder blade that is a miracle of loveliness. People come miles to see it. My right elbow has a fascination few can resist…
(Though, unlike body parts of other Dopers, it’s never had any contact with the redoubtable Sir Ian… ;))
IIRC, I’ve read that Watson (of Watson and Crick) posted here for a bit in the early days.
Seriously, though, I’m sure that some board members are famous/powerful/influential. But they’d never admit it, would they? The thing they most prize here is their anonymity.
I was an extra in Ferris Beullers’ Day Off, but I ended up on the cutting room floor.
Nobody wants to hear about your lewd, sordid trysts, Emilio. Especailly 'cause you didn’t get the part afterwards. 
So shouldn’t your handle be IANASS?
Most excellent pizza there.
Highlights for Children has been documenting my activities for decades.
I wrote and self-published some relatively unknown humorous nonfiction books about UFOs and Y2K.
I’m also a writer for a certain major home-decorating magazine, and therefore famous to everyone’s mom. At least that’s what people tell me (“My mother reads that magazine all the time!”).
My sister won a Newbery Award recently.
Oh–and I played the first person to die in a just-released indy comedy called The Hall Monitor.
My sister is a retired ex-semi-famous bluegrass musician. (Really, how famous do they get?).
I’m the academic grandchild of John von Neumann. (My grad advisor was his student.) My daughter had a repeating role in a cult TV series. I ate dinner with Michelle Trachtenberg and her mother a couple of times.
I have a humor column is a technical journal.
I’ve been on Jeopardy. I didn’t win, but the show got rerun, so there!
I’ve published a paper with one of Quine’s students, so I probably have an Erdos number too, but I bet it is pretty high.
I’ve been in John Nash’s house.
OK, so I’m a nobody but in keeping with the theme…
On the easy side, I’ve had Clint Eastwood, Jesse Jackson, Jewel, the Animal Planet ER Doc and several small-time celebrities on my airplane.
In a former life, I met two presidents and their wives (in a line on the ramp near the airplane), along with several cabinet members.
You can actually see me doing my thing in the movie Welcome to Sarajevo . The big, ugly gray airplane that takes off about an hour into the movie is being flown by me. It was filmed in Skopje, Macedonia on one of our regular support missions. If you look REALLY close you can see my (apparently oversize) head in the window of the left seat.
Great God, I can’t believe that I know what you’re talking about. If I email you one of my (bad) maths assignments from last semester, does that mean I get one too? I’ve forgotten the strict definition.
Any musos here know a guy who, I’m told, made some fine recorders in his day, by the name of Fred Morgan? He is/was my dad. The only recognition I’ve ever received was a music student from a college near mine who said she’d ‘love to sink [her] teeth into a Morgan’ upon learning my identity, which was somewhat unnerving.
So no, in answer to the question. 
~ Isaac
Famous locally…well, well known at least but this town is pretty small. I’m the local weatherboy so I go on radio 3-4 times everyday, newspapers weekly and TV if town gets flattened by a cyclone…fingers crossed.
I also play bass in THE local band so most of the people that don’t know me proffesionally know me as a roaring pisshead and loadmouth that gets on stage every weekend and makes an ass of himself for their amusement.
Statewide ABC radio calls me Mr. Intelligence (but I’m no Cecil) and has listeners ring in to ask me stupid facts about the weather and other more amusing subjects, I am also their boobie prize ie. “…first prize is one date with lurks, second prize is two dates with lurks” but that’s how i met my girlfriend so i don’t mind, she came second on one of their comps, took the challenge, went out, i thought she was cute and went out on a third date…
So I’m totally unfamous
I did shake the Queen’s hand a few years back when she visited Australia but that doesn’t really rate as she wouldn’t give me her home phone number
Townes Van Zandt, Hermann Goering, and Sam Houston of Texas are all relatives of mine. I’ve spoken to Chris Claremont, Joe Quesada and Kurt Busiek, among other comic book creators. My brother knows Kid Rock and once danced with a very drunk Sandra Bullock.
My mother, while in prison, met the mother-in-law of Pablo Escobar, the Columbian drug kingpin who was eventually shot to death on the roof of his safehouse. One half of the lesbian pair of nurses who were murdering their patients was also at the prison with her.
She also met a little old lady, a grandmotherly 90-something-year-old who told her, “My husband always threatened to leave me and go home to his mother. So one day I sent him home.” She chopped up her husband with an axe, boxed up the severed bits, and mailed him through the postal service to his mother.
Only if we can figure out how to publish it
I’m so bad at real math, that my having a number devalues the whole thing.
Unfortunately I never published a paper with my old advisor before he died, or I might have one from two paths. Heh.