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tzikehTell me lies, tell me sweet little lies:
1) I burned a hole in my forehead with a soldering gun.
True. I was ten years old and working in the radio bunk at sleepaway camp. Why they gave soldering irons and solder to ten-year-olds and said "play!" is beyond me. I didn't *mean* to do it -- the gun was heavy and I was uncoordinated. The radio counselor carried me, at a run, all the way to the infirmary. I don't actually remember it *hurting*, which is odd, because I'm a big wuss when it comes to pain. Burned a bunch of skin off in a big patch - but it healed up without a scar. Ah, youth.
2) I drove through four states to buy a single piece of costuming fabric.
False. Never happened. Nothing like it ever happened. But it sure *sounds* like something I'd do, doesn't it? (Kudos to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amilyn for deducing the answer because she knows I don't sew!)
3) I saw the same Broadway play 14 different times in a four-month period.
True. The show was The Mytsery of Edwin Drood, I was 17, and the audience got to vote on who the killer was and who wound up as lovers (Charles Dickens died before he finished the novel, so no one knows who killed poor Ned). There were, I believe, 64 possible endings in combinations. Every killer had a different confessional song, and every pair of lovers had a different set of dialog. I was terribly fannish about the show. I made buttons and everything (had a button maker at that point). I became so familiar at the stage door that cast members ask me to give notes to the stage manager, etc. They even let me into the theater before the show to stand center-stage in a Broadway house and sing.
Keep in mind, this was back when you could stand in line on a Saturday morning at the TKTS booth in Times Square and get tickets to a show for $14.50.
4) I ate dog biscuits as my primary snack food for a period of several months.
True It was during high school drama club years. Several of us carried Milk Bones around in little baggies. We were *different*. Hee. And they're not *bad*, per se, just dry and kinda tasteless. Like the food they give you at the childrens' zoo so the children can feed the animals. Not unlike Wasa bread, actually.
5) I mailed some of my skin to Jesse Helms.
True. I had a particularly bad sunburn -- when it began to peel, I got this really nice wide strip off my shin. So, of course, I had to *do* something with it. You can't waste something that cool. I put it in an envelope with a note -- "here's something for your lampshade collection" -- and mailed it to Senator Helms.
I am *certain* the F.B.I. has a file on me.
In other news - my DirecTV installers are here - their names are George and Lenny. I cracked up. They looked at one another with smirks on their faces and said, in unison, "Reader." I cracked up more. They say they gauge how much reading a customer does by whether or not their introduction gets a response.
I'm so amused.
1) I burned a hole in my forehead with a soldering gun.
True. I was ten years old and working in the radio bunk at sleepaway camp. Why they gave soldering irons and solder to ten-year-olds and said "play!" is beyond me. I didn't *mean* to do it -- the gun was heavy and I was uncoordinated. The radio counselor carried me, at a run, all the way to the infirmary. I don't actually remember it *hurting*, which is odd, because I'm a big wuss when it comes to pain. Burned a bunch of skin off in a big patch - but it healed up without a scar. Ah, youth.
2) I drove through four states to buy a single piece of costuming fabric.
False. Never happened. Nothing like it ever happened. But it sure *sounds* like something I'd do, doesn't it? (Kudos to
amilyn for deducing the answer because she knows I don't sew!)3) I saw the same Broadway play 14 different times in a four-month period.
True. The show was The Mytsery of Edwin Drood, I was 17, and the audience got to vote on who the killer was and who wound up as lovers (Charles Dickens died before he finished the novel, so no one knows who killed poor Ned). There were, I believe, 64 possible endings in combinations. Every killer had a different confessional song, and every pair of lovers had a different set of dialog. I was terribly fannish about the show. I made buttons and everything (had a button maker at that point). I became so familiar at the stage door that cast members ask me to give notes to the stage manager, etc. They even let me into the theater before the show to stand center-stage in a Broadway house and sing.
Keep in mind, this was back when you could stand in line on a Saturday morning at the TKTS booth in Times Square and get tickets to a show for $14.50.
4) I ate dog biscuits as my primary snack food for a period of several months.
True It was during high school drama club years. Several of us carried Milk Bones around in little baggies. We were *different*. Hee. And they're not *bad*, per se, just dry and kinda tasteless. Like the food they give you at the childrens' zoo so the children can feed the animals. Not unlike Wasa bread, actually.
5) I mailed some of my skin to Jesse Helms.
True. I had a particularly bad sunburn -- when it began to peel, I got this really nice wide strip off my shin. So, of course, I had to *do* something with it. You can't waste something that cool. I put it in an envelope with a note -- "here's something for your lampshade collection" -- and mailed it to Senator Helms.
I am *certain* the F.B.I. has a file on me.
In other news - my DirecTV installers are here - their names are George and Lenny. I cracked up. They looked at one another with smirks on their faces and said, in unison, "Reader." I cracked up more. They say they gauge how much reading a customer does by whether or not their introduction gets a response.
I'm so amused.
