I am rolling a die to determine which one to tell…
Whew, rolled a five. Could have been worse/better.
I have been pursuing the sale of a screenplay (not mine) for over 15 years now. Somewhat embarrassed by my lack of success.
Over the past few years, I’ve developed a tendency to wake up screaming. I dream of these vague, primal monsters looming over me. In my dream, I try to sit up and roar at them to show I am not afraid. Then, I wake up in the act of sitting up and shouting at the top of my lungs. The experience doesn’t scare me and I go right back to sleep. It once happened while I was sleeping at a friend’s house and scared the hell out of my host.
I love ocarinas. I have three. One is roundish with a southwestern motif. One looks like a turtle. The last is beautifully made in the shape of a bird. I cannot remotely play them.
First, I have punched a live grown black bear in the nose.
Second, what is a “bed partner” and do they differ from a lover or significant other?
I once starred down a brown bear who wanted my backpack.
Pretty stupid thing to do. He did steal my buddies’ pack, however. 
I took a temp seasonal merchandising job for some extra bucks this Spring. After 4 hrs of DR visits today, I find out I am allergic to every major product line I am representing! (Big box stores, lawn and garden chems, seeds, and other L&G products)
I spent about 12 hours on the set of the TV show Justified last year. About 6 hours was spent thisclose to Timothy Olyphant - got to be a fly on the wall and it was fascinating. It was actually just really cool to see how shows are filmed. Also got to be an extra for that particular episode!
Oh come on! You gotta start a thread about that over in Café Society! I totally want details about that, and there are more than a few Elmore/Justified-Nuts who would join me.
Yeah! Link to it here, even
KRC: Thank you for the information. That seems a rather rash statement on the doctor’s part; try an ear, nose and throat specialist first, if you haven’t already. Then maybe a neurologist. Doesn’t sound like “the crazies” to me. IANADr. 
Richard is really my middle name. I really hate my first name, for a good reason.
It begins with a “T” and ends with an “A”.
My wife has been around some famous people. Far more than any of our friends or co-workers know. Example: Somewhere buried in the drawer of photographs is a picture of her having dinner with Prince Charles.
I’d get tired of people asking me to spell Titzandass too!
I’ve made it my goal to learn something new and useless every year. That is, something that wouldn’t necessarily make it on a resume.
So far, in no particular order:
origami, blues harmonica, calculus, tin whistle, intro quantum physics, luthiery, archery (this year), speaker construction for home theatre, tube amp theory (last year), knots, spanish.
Some of these have stuck, some haven’t. I’m tempted to get a copy of Rosetta Stone and try Spanish and Italian again. I did like the idea of being able to converse in Mexico and not have to rely on thier knowledge of English.
I just did not want to name which or how many ex-wives or So’s I have had that this has happened to. That number is another thing that I have not shared here.
I have not punched a black bear on the nose. … Yet.
John Sayles used to call me Bean Seed in 5th grade. He was a nice kid then and from what I hear he’s a nice guy now. I like his movies and books. We were the only fifth graders who liked both dinosaurs and science fiction.
I have an autographed copy of Dianetics. My dad used to hang out with L. Ron Hubbard. And no, I don’t believe any of that crap.
Lots of people have a dog or cat who is a bed partner, but they don’t consider him/her to be a lover or significant other.
I don’t think there’s enough info for its own thread but I will give details in the Justified thread in Cafe Society!
I’ve started to be glad I have this prescription for Valium. I take maybe one tablet a month, but I’m glad to have a pill to take as crutch, for when I am really, really stressed out and biting everybodies head off.
And that happens at least once a month, mostly when work related stress coincides with stress from getting everything at home in order.
Oh, well, I don’t drink.
I have the dubious talent of being able to learn just about any skill or hobby to a degree slightly better than mediocre. This means I have lots of fun doing cool stuff, but that I suck equally at all of my hobbies.
One of these hobbies is jazz guitar: I have been studying this challenging art for the past decade or so with painfully slow progress.
Every month I go to the Mother Ship in Connecticut for meetings and to meet with my boss. There is a really nice guy in my department who has been talking Jazz Guitar with me for years. He has been inviting me to his his home for years, so that we can jam, but I have never gone. He is a true jazz man, who plays professionally, everything I am not.
Yesterday he suggested that the next time I am up, I should go with him and hang out with his musician buddies at a regular gig he does. How do I explain to him that I truly suck at jazz guitar? I don’t want to go through he humiliation of getting in front of true jazz musicians and …
So I keep putting off these encounters… I feel so bad about it because he is one of my best friends at work, a true kind hearted man.
Wow. Some people here are way too interesting, it makes me feel like a dud.
I dream every single night and remember them every morning. I can tell you dreams I’ve had years and years ago.
I hate when bottles lose their caps. If my hair spray cap gets lost, I throw it out.
I love nerds. My husband asked me who my “free pass” would be. Michael Gray Gubler. Or Dr. Who (#10).