Never broken a bone (that I know of!), but I did get 10 stiches in my elbow once - couldn’t bend my right (writing) arm for several weeks.
A direct ancestor of mine was the sister of Samuel Morse, who invented Morse Code. She married a man with the last name of Force. Her name was Mrs. Morse Force. Don’t laugh, it’s true.
I was also rumoured to be related to one of the royal families of England (George III?). I supposedly had an ancestor who had an affair with said king, and had an illegitimate child with him. An thusly I exist.
My great-grandfather was adopted, and moved to the U.S. from Scotland. We’re not certain what tartan we are entitled to due to the adoption.
The most famous person I met was Peter Buck, guitarist for REM. And incredibly patient, and very nice. I was at an absolute loss for words.
When I was a baby, my parents and I were eating in the same restaraunt as James Earl Jones. When he got up to leave he walked by our table and said I was a cute baby. The voice of Darth Vader said I was a cute baby!
Let’s see…what to add? I haven’t really met many famous people, unless you count nearly knocking down John Mellencamp at the local mall…
My brother once hit an electrical thing at Indiana University (he was digging up a parking lot, and it wasn’t identified) that resulted in a good portion of the campus having a blackout, and local emergency services to be notified that a bomb had exploded. It cost nearly two million to fix. :eek:
I went through a two week period, when I was about seven months pregnant, wherein I made over 200 pounds of soap a day.
A month later, I fit through a relatively small, half-open, second story window in about .5 seconds in order to rescue my 2 year old, who had climbed onto the roof.
I gave birth to an 11 pound, 4 ounce baby. Naturally. With no painkillers, dammit.
Heh. I’m…multi-orgasmic, is that a randomly cool thing?
I was born on February 29th 1984 (yes, that makes me 4 3/4 in birthdays)
One of my great great uncles competed in the Berlin Olympics (I don’t actually know if he won or not)
When I was a young child the cot I slept in was the same one that Victor Hugo used when he was a child. I have no idea how my family got hold of it
My uncle has served as navigator on the HMS Invincible (well, I thought that was pretty cool, anyway). Now he’s got his very own warship to play with!
My grandpa was in the Merchant Navy and was the only person to survive when his ship was sunk by the Germans. He swam to safety with a shattered pelvis
I’ve lived on a 24 sq. mile island my entire life
I have shrunk a centimeter since the age of 12. My shoe size has also apparently gone down from 7 1/2 to 5 1/2
(bolding mine) Well, that was strangely startling. :eek: I lived in Natick for the first 23 years of my life. Although it was well after 1880. And I know just where the baseball factory is/was. Not the sort of thing you expect to see mentioned randomly.
Cool stuff? Well, I left the dog out in the rain last night by accident. Wait, that was cruel, not cool.
I played on stage at the Orpheum Theater in Boston. That was pretty cool, thinking of all the people who had stood there before.
One time when playing at a club across from the Boston Garden, Peter Wolf and Joe Perry came in and were going to join us but decided they didn’t want to upstage us. Like we would have cared.
I speak fluent Italian, which comes in handy when communicating with my mother’s side of the family since most of them don’t speak English.
I can curl my tongue and bend just the top joint of my left ring finger - at the same time if need be.
And garius, could you say Hi to Tony for me next time you communicate with him. He has no idea who I am, but it would be fun. Thanks.
Although… I did go to junior high with Andrew Mavis. (on the Canadian Olympic Men’s basketball team) Went to Milestones restaurant years later, and incidentally got served by his sister-in-law Cindy… also went to junior high with her. Both very nice people.
I once saw Bill Gates actually give a “that’s the stupidest idea I’ve ever heard” rant to his underlings. In front of reps from other companies.
I met Steve Jobs once. It was during a private development peekaboo he did for OS-X + Carbon. He actually sniggered and rolled his eyes when Amelio’s (the former CEO who hired him by acquiring NeXT) name came up.
I wrote this some time ago, and this (the 1.0 Windows app, I contributed to later versions).
I wear really cool underwear on occasion. OK, seldomly or never. But I think about it.
Hmm, I’m also a 9th (10th?) generation German-American, descendant of one Johannes the Hessian, who came over about 5 years prior to the American Revolution. Rumors that Johann was a mercenary employed by the Crown are apparently without foundation. Johann eventially settled in Ohio and had nine kids, and I and my entire family that’s known is a descendant of one of them; no word on the other eight.
Knew Col. David Stirling, founder of the Special Air Service (SAS), met and corresponded for a year or so. Nice man, very tall.
Had my first malt whisky at age 15, poured by Field Marshal Sir James Cassels (surely you remember Jimmy Cassels, he was with 2nd Seaforths at Jhansi in 1930 and then took part in operations in the North West Frontier province, on the Khajauri Plain). My great-uncle had been his sergeant in India.
Made love at the top of a working lighthouse (inside, you understand, not on the roof).
Kicked Ted Nugent out of an historic park for running up and down the grass banks. Ted was not armed with a crossbow at the time (circa 1980).
I may be on an upcoming episode of the BBC “Antiques Roadshow” (no, not as a specimen!).
Spent many nights asleep in the back of a police car in the wilds of Saskatchewan if my Mountie father got called out from home at night to investigate some crime, as my mother was on shift work at the hospital, and I was too young to left home alone. Our police dog/pet german shepherd was always in the car with me.
When school was out in the summer, and Mum was working day shifts, I used to go to work with Dad sometimes, and spend the day in the Ident Section of the RCMP office (Fingerprints & Photography), goofing around in the darkroom and playing with ink pads and suchlike. If there was no-one in the cells (which was quite often in a small prairie town), I could play in there.
