I'm inspired to write about brushes with famousness just like Finslippy and Serial Blogonomy. This post will probably get longer in future days as my memory slowly focuses in on a few of many forgotten moments. Don't smoke pot, kids.

· I am a touch point in the Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon game. So, anyone who knows me is only one degree away. He and his brother of the Bacon Brothers band played at a store I used to work at. I shook his hand, trying really hard not to remember that I had recently seen him naked in Wild Things. Shudder.

· I shook Newt Gingrich’s hand at a book signing I was in charge of at a convention. He was very nice and was signing at the same table as James Carville, who was a total asshole and yelled at my assistant the whole time.

· Deepak Chopra shook my hand. He is very small.

· Rob Halford lives in San Diego and shops at the store I work in quite a bit. He lives across the street from Balboa Park, and the San Diego Gay Pride parade goes down his street every July. Every year he gets pissed off at all the hoopla that prevents him from getting home and spends time at Bob's Hogs, perusing CDs and ranting to employees.

· Louie Anderson bought coffee where I work. He was large and quiet. I felt embarrassed for him every time I looked at him due to his gay extortion scandal.

· I met Cyndi Lauper at Gay Pride a few years ago. She was very pretty and very friendly.

As I listed these brushes with celebrity, it slowly dawned on me that although IÂ’ve shaken the hands of various famous/known folks, my interactions with them have been relatively short-lived and not very interesting. It is a truly random spread of people, though.

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