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I've been beaned by LILY. And now I have to list 5 things people don't know about me. (Not that they'll be that exciting, but here goes...)
1- I was once arrested (in grade 8) for flicking paper clips at passing cars with an elastic. Apparently I (or one of my friends) caught the driver of a Hostess Potato Chips truck in the neck. He flagged down the town police cruiser, which just happened to be passing by. We had to go to the cop shop to be harrangued by officer Henry about the importance of public safety and not being "little dickweeds." Our dads had to leave work to come pick us up. They were not impressed. I've been "clean" every since.
2- I once played nerf-football in the halls of my old job (radio station) with the late great Joe Strummer. Then he bummed a cigarette from me. I was all aflutter.
3- I often dream of planes crashing in abandoned fields. I suspect it might be a holdover from my college days when I lived near the airport. No, I'm not Al Qaeda. It's just that 2 years of loud jet engines have imprinted something onto my sub-conscious.
4- There's a certain recipe of gore in movies that will lead me to faint, guaranteed. It usually involves needles and bruised, emeciated, junky people. So I don't see too many movies that include those two ingredients, as arty as they might be.
5- At the tale end of highschool I was growing my hair long, hoping it would go wavey like the guy from Pearl Jam, or that other guy from Mudhoney. It didn't. So I secretly got a perm. Yes, a rock hair perm. I had to wear a hat or a bandana for awhile so that when I unleashed it, it wouldn't be too obvious a job. Funny thing is that a couple of years after the perm, it did start going wavey on it's own. But by then I didn't care because I wanted to be early out of the gate with the new "short hair" thing.
1- I was once arrested (in grade 8) for flicking paper clips at passing cars with an elastic. Apparently I (or one of my friends) caught the driver of a Hostess Potato Chips truck in the neck. He flagged down the town police cruiser, which just happened to be passing by. We had to go to the cop shop to be harrangued by officer Henry about the importance of public safety and not being "little dickweeds." Our dads had to leave work to come pick us up. They were not impressed. I've been "clean" every since.
2- I once played nerf-football in the halls of my old job (radio station) with the late great Joe Strummer. Then he bummed a cigarette from me. I was all aflutter.
3- I often dream of planes crashing in abandoned fields. I suspect it might be a holdover from my college days when I lived near the airport. No, I'm not Al Qaeda. It's just that 2 years of loud jet engines have imprinted something onto my sub-conscious.
4- There's a certain recipe of gore in movies that will lead me to faint, guaranteed. It usually involves needles and bruised, emeciated, junky people. So I don't see too many movies that include those two ingredients, as arty as they might be.
5- At the tale end of highschool I was growing my hair long, hoping it would go wavey like the guy from Pearl Jam, or that other guy from Mudhoney. It didn't. So I secretly got a perm. Yes, a rock hair perm. I had to wear a hat or a bandana for awhile so that when I unleashed it, it wouldn't be too obvious a job. Funny thing is that a couple of years after the perm, it did start going wavey on it's own. But by then I didn't care because I wanted to be early out of the gate with the new "short hair" thing.
posted by fingers at 10:37 AM
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