That’s kind of funny considering that I have a significant portion of my shins that are putrefying in fact (this is the origin of the “I am a Zombie” claim). I have gaping wounds on my shins from a motorcycle accident.
That is funny that they have a real delusion for it. I’ll bet that one of my ex’s would know about it. She’s a for real necrophiliac, and was actually fired once for having sex with a corpse (She’s a mortician/embalmer). She used to drool over my legs and would always ask me to not change the bandages for a few days so that the stink would increase… That relationship didn’t last long.
My life has been a collection of extremes, from extremely secretive (even Spooky in all senses that could be imagined) to highly public (minor celebrity attained from falling asleep at just the right moment)…
Add to the fact that almost all of it has been lived in a quasi-Punk Rock lifestyle, and the phrase “Too much information” was something that I had never heard a person say until I left both of those lives behind (neither by choice, but for the better)
I used to have a fairly provocative appearance. I fell asleep one night in my car (which itself drew rather a lot of attention), and a reporter from a magazine in Dallas Texas saw me in the car. He knocked on the window and wanted an interview. I gave him one, and he later dragged me to a photographer to have my photo taken. One of my professors (my first time through school for a sculpture degree) said to be careful of the reporter, and I called him and told him that he couldn’t use the interview (which turned out to be a good thing)… Only, I didn’t think about the photos. So, on my way to school one morning, I stopped into a Safeway to buy a coke before school, and saw this on the magazine racks in front of every check stand.
The photo eventually got me several extra, bit and small part roles in movies (although, I really preferred stunt work). I’ve been in all three Robocop movies (compare this photo from Robocop’s visor at a club in Dallas TX where it was shot. I’m not recognizable in the other Robocop movies due to doing stunt work instead of eye-candy).
There are one or two other things that drew a lot of attention my way too, but those will have to wait.
But, to comment on the hair… It was 1987 when that picture was taken, and spikey hair was no where nearly as common then as it is now. There were other things to be sure, but the hair and other similar aspects of my life made for a much greater splash in 1983-88/89 than they would have in this day and age. The comment “all that just because of the spikey hair” is rather similar to listening to a Beatles song in this day and age and saying “I don’t get it, they hardly rock at all”
You have to remember, there was a day and time when getting on the cover of a rather widely distributed periodical was a pretty freaking big deal… Not so much today.
There was also a few Bands that I was in, or did work for, and several side businesses which I ran.
Edit: Oh! Yes, and I became well known in Dallas for decorating my city without the permission of the City Council. They all failed to see the beauty in my freeway beautification project… Something about the color of the dinosaurs.
Restated for clarity: I didn’t notice that your comment contained “too much information” until AdeleneDawner mentioned that your comment contained “too much information”.
She’s pretty well known in the Houston Texas Goth scene (or, rather, she was 10 years ago). You’ve never been involved in some of the earlier musical sub-cultures have you (And I don’t mean the watered down 90s/00s versions that some of these became)?
The Punk scene in the 70s/80s was pretty much like that, only Renee missed he boat by a few years.
If you don’t wish to believe it, however, then don’t...
I’m in SF for most of the year… And, I keep both legs fully covered. Most people don’t believe me about the legs either until they actually see them. Of course, they don’t look nearly as bad now as they did 10 years ago right after the accident.
That’s kind of funny considering that I have a significant portion of my shins that are putrefying in fact (this is the origin of the “I am a Zombie” claim). I have gaping wounds on my shins from a motorcycle accident.
That is funny that they have a real delusion for it. I’ll bet that one of my ex’s would know about it. She’s a for real necrophiliac, and was actually fired once for having sex with a corpse (She’s a mortician/embalmer). She used to drool over my legs and would always ask me to not change the bandages for a few days so that the stink would increase… That relationship didn’t last long.
I think this is the most unexpectedly surreal LW comment I have ever seen.
Can you post a link to the most expectedly surreal LW comment?
I would’ve appreciated a TMI warning.
I shall have to make note of that fact.
My life has been a collection of extremes, from extremely secretive (even Spooky in all senses that could be imagined) to highly public (minor celebrity attained from falling asleep at just the right moment)…
Add to the fact that almost all of it has been lived in a quasi-Punk Rock lifestyle, and the phrase “Too much information” was something that I had never heard a person say until I left both of those lives behind (neither by choice, but for the better)
Okay, I’ll bite… How did you become a celebrity by falling asleep at the right moment?
It’s really pretty boring.
I used to have a fairly provocative appearance. I fell asleep one night in my car (which itself drew rather a lot of attention), and a reporter from a magazine in Dallas Texas saw me in the car. He knocked on the window and wanted an interview. I gave him one, and he later dragged me to a photographer to have my photo taken. One of my professors (my first time through school for a sculpture degree) said to be careful of the reporter, and I called him and told him that he couldn’t use the interview (which turned out to be a good thing)… Only, I didn’t think about the photos. So, on my way to school one morning, I stopped into a Safeway to buy a coke before school, and saw this on the magazine racks in front of every check stand.
The photo eventually got me several extra, bit and small part roles in movies (although, I really preferred stunt work). I’ve been in all three Robocop movies (compare this photo from Robocop’s visor at a club in Dallas TX where it was shot. I’m not recognizable in the other Robocop movies due to doing stunt work instead of eye-candy).
There are one or two other things that drew a lot of attention my way too, but those will have to wait.
All that, just because of the spiky hair?
Well… No...
But, to comment on the hair… It was 1987 when that picture was taken, and spikey hair was no where nearly as common then as it is now. There were other things to be sure, but the hair and other similar aspects of my life made for a much greater splash in 1983-88/89 than they would have in this day and age. The comment “all that just because of the spikey hair” is rather similar to listening to a Beatles song in this day and age and saying “I don’t get it, they hardly rock at all”
You have to remember, there was a day and time when getting on the cover of a rather widely distributed periodical was a pretty freaking big deal… Not so much today.
There was also a few Bands that I was in, or did work for, and several side businesses which I ran.
Edit: Oh! Yes, and I became well known in Dallas for decorating my city without the permission of the City Council. They all failed to see the beauty in my freeway beautification project… Something about the color of the dinosaurs.
If it helps, it didn’t occur to me that it was TMI till it was brought up.
Till what was brought up?
Restated for clarity: I didn’t notice that your comment contained “too much information” until AdeleneDawner mentioned that your comment contained “too much information”.
“Too much information” isn’t really the right term, actually, but I find it hard to be eloquent when I’m trying not to hurl.
*picks jaw up off of floor*
quick, reattach it before she notices.
I’m not sure if I should believe that story about your ex...
She’s pretty well known in the Houston Texas Goth scene (or, rather, she was 10 years ago). You’ve never been involved in some of the earlier musical sub-cultures have you (And I don’t mean the watered down 90s/00s versions that some of these became)?
The Punk scene in the 70s/80s was pretty much like that, only Renee missed he boat by a few years.
If you don’t wish to believe it, however, then don’t...
Believe it? Heck, I wish I’d never known about it :-P
That reminds me though: we need to have a Texas LW meetup.
You’re covering up your leg before you come, though.
I’m in SF for most of the year… And, I keep both legs fully covered. Most people don’t believe me about the legs either until they actually see them. Of course, they don’t look nearly as bad now as they did 10 years ago right after the accident.