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The Chat Locker
I'm a teacher and the worst is when a previous student sees me and wants to talk. I can usually recogonize their faces, but forget about names. I don't remember their names the day after the class is over. I usually just wave, say "hey" and walk the other way like they have the plague.— June 7, 2010 12:20 p.m.
Where the Wild Things Are
Let me start by saying, I could less about country music. However, one time I got caught up in a crowd of Garth Brooks fans clamoring for an autograph, handshake, or picture with the superstar. I just wanted to get through the crowd. As I was half way through, I could see him making his way right towards me. An excitement built up inside me. I shouted, "Garth, Garth" and waved like a twelve year old girl. I can't explain it and still get embarrassed when I think about it.— April 8, 2010 8:58 p.m.
Ticks-ident
This article has really latched on to people. I moved up to Elizabeth Lake (up the mountain from Magic Mountain) about a year ago. My dog Florence (hence the name johnandflo) has recently been getting a lot of ticks in the wild out here. I got one on my knee and I freaked a bit myself. No shame in that. We have plenty of room for the dog to run free here but, I have to keep her on leash because of those nasty little buggers. Oh, and when they are full of blood they are much nastier. One popped like a zit when I tried to get it off my dog. Well, think I'll go eat now.— July 16, 2009 10:35 p.m.
Bang Bang
Got a good laugh. Could only picture you shooting in your stiletto heels. I don't know what's more dangerous, you with those heels or those guns????— June 5, 2009 10:45 a.m.
Junk Talk
OK, I looked up prurience on dictionary.com. Now, I want to know what your license plate says.— April 18, 2009 9:30 p.m.
Without a Word
Thanks, I'll be there.— February 28, 2009 1:58 p.m.
Without a Word
Has he already had the show in LA? Unfortuneately, I now live in LA county. I'd love to go see his work. When and where will it be?— February 28, 2009 10:51 a.m.