The first time I ever appeared on national television, you couldn’t see me at all. I was a puppeteer.
I sat next to Nile Rodgers on my last transatlantic flight, founder of Chic and producer for Diana Ross, David Bowie and Madonna.
Cool dreads, man, but also terminal cancer. The things people share just for being sat next to each other…
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nile_Rodgers
Oh, here is where he was heading for…
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I’m not very interesting.
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In my thirty-three years of life, I have never consumed even one alcoholic beverage.
(My list of “never haves” is a mile long, but I’m only allowed to share one. )
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Except that I drink alcoholic beverages.
Men hit on me in planes.
My name is in space.
In the 1990’s, NASA invited people to submit their names to be engraved on several microchips that were then attached to the Stardust spacecraft, which was to sample dust from the tail of a comet and then send those samples back to earth. I and 1.3 million of my close friends submitted our names, which were then launched in 1999. One set of chips returned to earth in 2004 with those samples, but the other set will remain out there forever. It’s not as cool as being one of the engineers who designed the Voyager spacecraft, but it’s still pretty cool knowing that I have personally affected something millions of miles away.
I recently became good friends with a homeless person. I hate that she’s homeless. So does she. We’re going on a picnic tomorrow.
I should probably help her find a job.
hmmm… I’d like to hear more about this.
I am a Mayflower descendant on my mother’s side, but neither she nor my grandmother knew this.
That’s fascinating.
Hey, me too, but on one of the Mars rovers, through a Planetary Society offer.
I have one song memorized on the piano and it is “Linus and Lucy”, aka the Charlie Brown theme.
At one of the jobs I’ve had, while I was working, a receptionist opened an envelope filled with white powder…
I don’t want to tell you one thing about myself.
I had a potentially fatal pheocromacytoma and lived to tell about it.
I’m very tired.
I’ve held a baby loon in my lap - I was helping to band loons for a night. Very fuzzy, very cute. Mother had a very sharp bill.
I can’t seem to post anything while I’m on my meds. I just lurk mostly. Everytime I try to post something, a voice in my head tells me not to do it.
LOL!
Which leads to the question: Why are you so often off your meds?
:-p /joking
(not joking)
I’m not on any meds right now, and haven’t been for years.