I’ll go first, to set the tone:
Tay Zonday of ‘Chocolate Rain’ fame used to follow me on Twitter. 💪
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As a child I was body slammed on a bouncy castle by Weird Al Yankovic.
I won front row tickets and a meet and greet with him as a look alike contest! Because I was the only one that showed up dressed like him!
lol I wanna hear more about this story!
I kinda wanna reply with a shittymorph and how weird al ended up plunging 50 ft through the air onto him through the announcers table or something something. But I’m too lazy.
I’m jealous
I ran in a 10km race and ended up taking a wrong turn. Everyone behind followed me. A small local newspaper interviewed me. I ended up in a quick tv segment and had a small write up in the paper.
Hahaha, that happened to me as well, although nobody followed me. I ended up in the marathon race, for which I hadn’t trained, so after 30 km (!) I had to finally give up and ride back in shame in the car they had at that station together with the others that didn’t made it.
I did run the marathon a few years later.
The Daily Show flew out to my hometown for an investigative report on stolen Crimewatch signs.
I still have mine.
I was among the first hundred people to join Reddit.
Woah. Are you still on it now? Why or why not?
I am, with the obvious username. I mostly only post in /r/flashlight now, as it’s the most active community anywhere online for that niche interest.
I worked with Linus Torvalds, met Carl Sagan, and caught a cold from Danny Elfman.
I encoded one of the very first mp3’s ever made, when it was still a “theoretical” model by Fraunhofer. I sung “I will survive” but in my very bad impression of William Shatner, accidentally posted it many years later on Napster, and found that copy following around many years after that on a torrent site. So, if you have a very old, very fake “Shatner” singing “I Will Survive”, it might be me.
I was first to crack a code that appeared at the end of an episode of the Adult Swim show 12 Oz. Mouse. They sent me a T-shirt for it.
I’ve made breakfast for LeBron James, Kevin Love and also Denzel Washington. I was the breakfast cook in a hotel they stayed at. LeBron was a dick, never even said thank you. Denzel and Kevin were some of the nicest humans I’ve ever met.
No matter how many records James sets, Jordan will always be considered the greatest. Maybe it makes him sullen, but he should have worked on being more charismatic instead.
Jordan is also notorious for being a major asshole
I fully agree, but somehow he’s a charismatic asshole
Whole heartedly agree with this. As an immigrant, back home, everyone knew Jordan, Michael Jackson and Mohammed Ali. I’ve even watched Ali’s fights on VHS tape (if that’s the correct term for the old video tapes) back in the 80s when I was a little kid. I did the same with Jordan’s games later on. I’ve listened to Jackson songs and danced (horribly) with them (to them?). In my country now, hardly anyone knows James, or any of the new generation.
I wrote for 7 or 8 books of a popular role playing game. Won an industry award at GenCon for one of them.
Now, that’s something I can definitely appreciate. Thank you! 🥰🖖🏼
I spilled Diet Coke on Ann Coulter.
Good.
I took a picture that appeared in a Nintendo Power.
I always tried to get pictures of my end screens so I could send them in. Never actually mailed one, I don’t think.
Obama followed me on Twitter
(He follows 500,000 people but hey…)
I have improved the lives of many people in small ways via my job as a therapist. The best part is that I know this for a fact by seeing the improvement over time. Therapy is, in some respects, about re-parenting people; the damage you help heal is intimate and permanent. You help people grow, literally. Very rewarding, again, in the long run.
Downvoted, not unimpressive.
(j/k, good on ya)
I wrote a homebrew Floridaman race for D&D that went viral
None of my actual works are ever actually appreciated, but I still see that damn thing from time to time
I almost smashed into Robin Williams at the only computer store in Northern California in 1982.
I was walking around the game case while staring at the contents with 100% of my concentration only to realize at last second that I was about to suffer an imminent collision with someone. I look up and it’s the guy who I watched on Mork and Mindy growing up.
The look on his face was something along the lines of ‘who the hell is this weirdo’. I was so mortified.
Bonus, he died on the same day that I was part of a much suckier collision (5 car pile up that left me with permanent injuries).
If it makes you feel any better, he suffered permanent injuries that day too.
Not particularly.
I’m glad his suffering ended on his own terms, but it was a ghastly existence he escaped.
