My aunt briefly dated Mike “Beavis and Butthead” Judge.
Why, yes. Yes, he was. I recall being envious of those neato “Hiroshima” and “Nagasaki” merit badges.
Rather, I always thought of him as “Office Space”, and try to ignore B&B. However, when I try and remember how “Daria” started, I crash and need to be rebooted.
A little background: we live in the upper east side of Manhattan which is generally well off. I’m white, my wife is black, and we have twin daughters. When we first had the girls a lot of people, especially the little old ladies, after exclaiming “Oh my god! They’re so adorable!”, would address my wife as if she was the nanny. On top of that they’d say stuff like “oh, that’s the pretty one”, and generally, given enough time something would come of their mouths that would insult either my wife or my daughters.
So one fine day, my wife, daughters and I were in a Duane Reade (drug store chain) in the neighborhood. I went to fetch the diapers etc. while my wife stayed just inside the entrance with the girls.
All of a sudden I hear a booming, deep, cigarette-raspy “Oh My God!! Those girls are so beautiful!!” and I’m thinking “Oh man, another one of these little old ladies and she’s going to say something really weird and get my wife upset.” My wife started up a conversation with her and I see this old woman, pretty big, stooped over, with a sort of English accent, leaning on a cane and she had a young woman with her. I was fussing with the bag in the stroller while she and my wife were chit-chatting and then I hear her say “you might know me as Patricia Neal”. I looked up and it all made sense - the voice, her face, her age. After a few seconds people caught on and it started getting to be too much for her and we all left.
My mom’s best friend’s son is [url=http://www.jsc.nasa.gov/Bios/htmlbios/carey.html]Duane Carey. He is nine years older than me, so I remember him as a teenager when I was a little kid. When he heard Brainiac4 was a NASA fan, we got included on the invitee list for his shuttle launch (it got delayed and Minnesota is a long way from the Cape so we didn’t end up going. Would have been cool, though).
My best friend in high school was Warren Burger’s great neice.
Oh, when I was working at KrapMart, I once got to wait on Jerome Bettis on the morning of a big playoff game. (Sadly, the Steelers lost)>
It’s not funny at all. A great many film stars live in Beverly Hills–his neighbor across the street was Lucille Ball.
The Jackson brothers, when they were the Jackson Five, lived up the street from us. I don’t remember ever meeting Michael, but I met a couple of the older ones, as well as a younger brother Randy. I’m not clear on whether this is the same Randy Jackson you hear about nowadays.
Eve, what’s the Straight Dope on the rivalry between Miss De Havilland and her sister? Was it all just a ruse dreamed up by the media to create a little drama?
-teela brown, late pugluvr
Just today, Mr. X came by my office to shoot the shit, which we periodically do. Nothing particularly important–just a little catch up on what we’ve each been up to (current & future projects, etc.).
Discretion prevents me from name-dropping Mr. X, but there aren’t all that many 4-time Oscar winners out there, so the list of possibilities is a bit small.
As I was saying to Wally Schirra back in 19252, Wally …
Dude, there is nothing creepy about www.crispysoupchef.com. 
My ex used to hang out with Madonna until they both got too busy, what with having kids and all (also, MoMo moved across the pond).
My mom had Canadian icon Irving Layton over for breakfast once.
I don’t know any celebs personally, but Dar Williams hugged me once, and I hung out in Oscar Peterson’s solarium of an afternoon. Ah, good times.
I’ve met loads of famous (and infamous) people.
Yawn. (No, I kid - I’m a total goofball when I meet famous people, unless I’m related to them… and there’s a few of those.) I’ve dropped enough names around here that dropping them again would be showing off. BUT…
I haven’t dropped this one here before: I went to high school with this guy. He and I were in a school play together, and I witnessed what must have been his single most mortifying memory of high school. I’m proud to say I stood up for him - against football players, even! Nice kid. When I was reminiscing one night, I thought about him and looked him up on Classmates.com, and found him there. I sent him a note and got a lovely letter back = he remembered I stood up for him, too.
You don’t think I would ask her? I want to stay friends with Livvy!
I’ve stumbled across the famous now and then, as has Pepper Mill (who seem to keep meeting famous murderers, and once worked – in her capacity as dental assistant – on Christopher Reeve’s brother’s muth), but there are only a couple I can claim to hav actually known.
I co-authored two papers with astronaut Ron McNair (who was kille tragically on the Challenger)
I appeared in two plays with Erland van Lidthe de Jeude, who was even bigger in real life than he seems in the movies.
(By the way, he had a wonderful and powerful singing voice. But that’s not him singing in Stir Crazy. There was some union rule that prevented them using his voice. He does sing in Th Running Man, but you can’t really hear it over the explosions.)
Albert R. “Pete” Gurney as one of my professors, and for one of his drama classes they produced an taped one of my plays.
I met mysery writer Toni L.P. Kelner while we were mindin our kids in the playground. Somehow, I knew instantly that she was a writer, and we struck up a conversation. We’ve e-corresponded and gone out to dinner with our spouses (spice?)
I know a lot of engineers and scientists who are famous in the science and tech community, but they probably wouldn’t ring any bells with most folks on this Board.
I don’t like to pointlessly namedrop. I was discussing how irritating a habit it is just last Tuesday at my weekly pinochle game with my friends Bea “BB” Arthur, Aleksandr “Big Al” Solzhenitsyn, Conrad “Connie Boy” Bain and Geoffrey “G-Man” Chaucer. (That said, my father was a cousin of Truman Capote, my mother was a lady wrestler who knew most of the big members of that genre in the 1950s, and a former boyfriend recently banged a semi-closeted anchorman [I won’t give the name, but think ‘scion’]).
Wow. I really lived a sheltered life growing up in South Dakota. No nationally known stars, so let’s go regional/local. Several times, I saw Captain 11 (a local cartoon show host, and also the weatherman on the local news (‘Bring in your brass monkeys!’)) at my stepfather’s…rural gathering place, I guess you could call it (there’s no good description for Buffalo Trading Post, fortunately or unfortunately). Oh, and he was in uniform. And drunk. Nothing like being a 5 year old, watching one of your television heros (at the time) drunk off his ass.
Then, for many years, nothing.
After that, it was a bit better. Let’s see, when I worked for Tom Daschle, I got to meet, and have my picture taken with, Senator and Mrs. John Glenn (very nice people), and met Russell Means (not quite so pleasant, but oh well). And that’s pretty much it, up to now.
I was once told by Lauren Bacall that I was about to step on the train of my dress (we were in an elevator at a charity gala). At the same party, Tyne Daly bummed a cigarette from my friend and I.
My parents (and a number of their friends) know James Gandolfini (and his family), who comes from the tiny little town they live in. He’s a really nice guy.
I was on stage in my freshman year with Woody Harrelson in THE MADWOMAN OF CHAILLOT- tho we didn’t have a scene together.
I chatted with Ann Magnuson at the AMOK bookstore in Los Angeles while we both looked at the book SEVERED about the Black Dahlia… and I didn’t recognize her till I talked with the manager after she left, because they discussed her show.
And my pastor’s son was in the C’tian Boy Band “Plus One” (not to be confused with Eric Cartman’s “Faith Plus One”).
Neil Diamond sent me flowers. Of course, that was a few years ago. Neil, you don’t send me flowers anymore.
And talk about dropping names – I once had drinks with Ethan Hawke, and stupidly referred to him as Ethan Frome (more than once). He pretended not to notice. :smack:
The man is legendary not only for his strong grip, but his strong language.
My Great Aunt & Uncle, Doris & George regularly cut Mr & Mrs Truman’s hair in their adjoining barber and beauty shops here in Independence. My dad loved to tell the story about how Harry came in one Saturday while he was shooting the breeze with Uncle George and a few patrons in the barber shop when suddenly, Mr Truman burst into the shop. The men leapt from their barber chairs (as usual) when they met the former president. Harry said, “No need to stand up, boys… I just came in to take a piss.” And off to the head he went.
According to George, this was the mildest his vocabulary got inside the shop.
Oh… My granny has a framed photo of Harry sitting in a barber chair, wearing a cape and getting his hair cut by Uncle George.
I would have loved to have met that old coot!