My band’s cover of a Dead Milkmen song was once compared favorably to the original in the Philadelphia City Paper (the Milkmen are from there). I was beside myself.
(the CD is here, for any interested parties)
Hey, so can I!
I can also raise one eyebrow higher than the other.
My family was once a Neilsen family, in the '70s (sorry about that).
I own a gold record (I’m not a musician, but worked for one).
I was at David Wells’ perfect game against the Twins at Yankee Stadium, May 17, 1998. I still have the beanie baby they were handing out that day (Valentino, the bear).
I was in the audience for the Nirvana MTV Unplugged performance at Sony Music Studios in NYC, November 1993.
I have been to Skywalker Ranch.
I have been told I make a great lasagne and “to die for” guacamole.
I have both an extensive Hello Kitty and MLB bobblehead collection.
Peregrine: Shhh…ixnay on the Isgard-Fay! BTW, (and I’m assuming you’ve visited, being so close a neighbor), have you seen the awful film with Tom Beringer that co-starred Fisgard?
Lessee…
I’ve been hit by lightning, twice. No ill effects from either, although the second time it happened, my inflatable kayak had a hole burned through it, right under my butt. I didn’t even get any super powers, dammit.
I can raise one eyebrow for that “extra-wry” look.
I make what’s been called “killer” guacamole.
I read survival books for fun, and often annoy people when we’re hiking by pointing out what plants are edible.
I have a dog who is scarily intelligent, at times. He’s actually typing this, as I dictate. 
I ride my bike at least nine miles a day.
I’ve broken my tailbone twice now, dammit.
I’ve been said to have a “supernatural” ability with software.
I’ve shaved my head since before it was cool to do so. I’m hydrodynamic!
Oh, and I disagree with ya, Fionn- I think you’re pretty damn cool. 
Peregrine you forgot one. You’re the fastest bird in the world too. 
I finished the Leadville 100 mile mountain bike race in Colorado last year.
My two brothers and I were all born at home. Yes - I was conceived and birthed in the same bed (and didn’t cry, either!).
I used to be a hostess at a fancy restaurant downtown. I have met three of the Pacers (Reggie Miller, Austin Croshere [sp?] and Dale Davis) as well as many Colts players - Chad Bratzke (sp?) was my favorite. Any body ever watch the TV show “Family Law”? The smarmy older lawyer with the curly hair was in once.
And I’ve been told that I have a very nice “rack”. :rolleyes:
I remembered something else, one of my big hobbies is collecting Sea Shanties well, I think it’s cool.
I used to sing in an Irish folk band and whenever we played in L.A. Larry Niven never missed a show! I was always tickled pink to see him out there in the audience.
Once, on a whim, I entered a costume contest as Professor Fate from the movie The Great Race and had so much fun being a lunatic that I not only won first prize but had the 1500 people in the audience roaring with laughter. What a night.
I can do the rubik’s cube, including the last third with my eyes closed. I wrote a computer program that solves the cube which I had to compile 280+ times to debug it.
I once hiked 70 miles through the Rocky Mountains by myself. It took a week and I almost bit it, twice (Was a dumb rookie back then).
Spent 7 months independently travelling overland through Europe and the Middle East. Covered approx. 12,000 miles and it cost me around $15,000. Not very good mileage, I know. Now I wear a necklace with pieces of the Colosseum, the Pyramid of Cheops, the Blue Mosque, and the Via Delorosa around my neck (I know, I know, I’m a jerk).
My family tree has been documented back to 1599 on my Mother’s side and to 1691 on my Father’s side.
My girlfriend was found abandoned in a hamper on the street in Seoul, Korea by the police when she was one month old. Also, I know where her G-spot is. Very important and cool, in my mind.
I once drove 115 mph for about 2 minutes on the highway in the middle of winter. Take note, I live in Canada (endless tons of the Evil White Powder of Death).
I used to have a TV at the end of my bed and more than once I played Nintendo for the entire day non-stop without getting out of bed except for pee breaks. I mean the ENTIRE day.
Built a 5’ long, shoulder-mounted rocket launcher from scratch (no, I’m not a terrorist) complete with blast guard and push button trigger device. I threw it in the dumpster when I realised how freakin’ dangerous it was.
Drank a bottle and a half of Malibu, 4 beers, a litre of wine and partook in the smoking of four joints when I was 14, tried to ride my bike home, smacked my head on the street, got knocked out, was rescued by my mother and I ended up peeing on her leg. True story.
I dunno, I guess that’s it. I don’t know if it’s cool, retarded, or just sounds like I’m bragging, but that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
I join the ranks of the independent right-ear wigglers, and one-eyebrow raisers.
On the date 10-10-10 I shall be 47 years old. (It would be cooler to have a “10” birthday that day, but what can I do?)
As a reporter, I photographed Cheryl Ladd when she was in Kentucky making a TV-movie called “Bluegrass.”
I attended the 1984 Reagan-Mondale debate in Louisville, Ky., moderated by Barbara Walters, whom I walked beside briefly. (She is very short.) I shook independent candidate John Anderson’s hand. (He had bad breath.) (Note: Reagan ultimately won the election by a landslide, but Anderson received more than 6 percent of the popular vote.)