1. How it came to be that the only "official" photo of my first wedding features me in a $15 dress sitting on a mall Santa's lap with DX1 grinning madly, standing behind both of us.
2. The night the "pro-lifer" stalked me around a dark San Diego neighborhood. Driving a dark van. Carrying a shotgun.
3. The most ridiculous excuse I've ever heard from a man who wouldn't actually sleep with me--after he'd come over and plied me with wine, cheese, grapes, warm bread, massage, and hot kisses. Dude. 22-year-old Chemistry majors don't take vows of monkhood. Whatever.
4. The day I spent in the awesome, mute-inducing company of the great Vincent Price. (Along with all the other theatre majors, but still.) I wish I could remember more about it. I think I was in low-grade shock, which explains why my only real lingering impression is that I spent most of the day thinking, "My GOD, he's tall."
5. The month in 1999 when the Mercury Marquis tried to kill me. Twice. Oh, yes, "unintended acceleration" is real, it's not new, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with floor mats. Every time I hear about another case these days, I remember feeling the gas pedal pulling away from my foot toward the floor of the car and feel quite lucky to be alive.
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We share two ? degrees of separation. Price came to our high school in Miami Beach. He was a middle-aged man then and yes tall, and had an artsy wife and he was well known then for 3-d horror films.
i'm having the same problem. i mean the writer's block, not the hot-kisses-but-no-thanks problem. wait. TMI? ;
Please.
Pretty please.
Janie, I'd go all the way to Los Angeles for an EP. Oh, wait, that's not very far...
To do #1 I'll need to go raid my landlord's photo albums in search of that photo, but I'm on it.
Come to think of it, #3 is actually already written now. :-)
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And then number one .... what was WRONG with you? :)
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Life is strange ... when I read other people's stories about the weirdness in their lives ... it's affirming that I'm not the only person who is at least half-way sane who has some really whacked real stories.
As far as machines trying to kill you ... Denise ... on any day when the weather is so lousy that the planes are grounded, go to any smaller airport that is still big enough to have "jet taxi" or chartered service, and go into the lounge of the operator there. You'll probably find pilots sitting around doing what's called "hanger flying." Sit and listen for a moment -- and the stories ALL have one of two flavors:
* the "I got away with a real stupidity" (aka, don't make this mistake because there's a good chance you won't)... and
* lugubrious stories about how somebody(s) got greased because of some minor mechanical failure or associated stupidity.
On that list -- one of my pretty close friends and a load of charter passengers were killed when the baggage door came off the airplane in flight. By itself that would have been "no biggie." It hit the horizontal stabilizer ("the tail"), took that off. Another of my friends was killed when an electrical malfunction caused a runaway change in the trim, and they didn't realize what was happening in time to stop it. A third was killed when he released the pilot's seat on it's slide rails to put some cargo it, pulled it forward, forgot to set the rail catch ... got in and took off. He pulled the nose of the airplane up ... seat went back on the rails, no copilot ... dead ...oh. It goes on and on like this, stories a lot worse than these.
Machines that move a lot of metal quickly can kill you -- your Marquis was a piker at it.
Go for #1 and #3.
And I have a pack of real stories I can't really work up the nerve to tell.
#2: OMG
#3: complete idiot (him)
#4: o man, that IS awesome and YOU MUST. I spent the afternoon with Harry Harryhausen once.
#5: holy shit. Yeah that one you can leave of. besides, you just did.
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