A true story and an invitation
14 Sep 2004 10:35 amSomeone on my friends list made a friends-locked post asking folks to tell something true and outlandish and unguessable about themselves.
I found myself posting this. Probably because I have lots to do and so I am power-procrastinating. I figured I would repost it here.
I accidentally saw the "1984" commercial for the Macintosh the one and only time it was officially aired, during Superbowl 1984.
I saw it on a 12" black and white TV that my grandmother gave me in the 1960s. In the flat I was living at the time, the TV got channel 7 on every channel.
It's amazing that I saw the ad, because I almost never turned the TV on. Once I received one of those "TV diary" survey things in the mail, where you are supposed to record everything you watch for a week and return it. A week later I drew a line through every day in the diary (meaning I hadn't watched TV for the entire week) and returned it.
A few years later, I moved to Montreal for the summer and brought the TV with me. The customs folks at the border freaked out and thought I was either moving to Montreal permanently or bringing a bunch of stuff to sell. They interviewed me for an hour. I finally convinced them I was only there for the summer, and they let me go, giving me a small slip of paper that said "Welcome to Canada. Please take all your belongings with you when you leave."
I left the TV behind.
So tell me something true and outlandish and unguessable about yourself.
I found myself posting this. Probably because I have lots to do and so I am power-procrastinating. I figured I would repost it here.
I accidentally saw the "1984" commercial for the Macintosh the one and only time it was officially aired, during Superbowl 1984.
I saw it on a 12" black and white TV that my grandmother gave me in the 1960s. In the flat I was living at the time, the TV got channel 7 on every channel.
It's amazing that I saw the ad, because I almost never turned the TV on. Once I received one of those "TV diary" survey things in the mail, where you are supposed to record everything you watch for a week and return it. A week later I drew a line through every day in the diary (meaning I hadn't watched TV for the entire week) and returned it.
A few years later, I moved to Montreal for the summer and brought the TV with me. The customs folks at the border freaked out and thought I was either moving to Montreal permanently or bringing a bunch of stuff to sell. They interviewed me for an hour. I finally convinced them I was only there for the summer, and they let me go, giving me a small slip of paper that said "Welcome to Canada. Please take all your belongings with you when you leave."
I left the TV behind.
So tell me something true and outlandish and unguessable about yourself.
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Date: 14 Sep 2004 11:00 am (UTC)I figure those who've read my LJ, however, won't be too shocked by it.
Let's see...something else.
The first car I ever drove was a Gremlin that we inherited from my paternal grandmother. In fact, it's the car that I learned to drive in. It was white, with a red racing stripe, and it was wide enough that you could get me, my sister, and at least four other people in the front seat.
I always think about the Gremlin when I hear the B52's "Love Shack" - because of the "seats about 20" line.
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Date: 15 Sep 2004 10:02 am (UTC)