Thursday, 6 May 2004 - 10:28 AM CDT
Name:
Perry
Home Page:
http://groups.msn.com/perrysnonsensicalramblings
Hi Rance;
Your blog was featured in my city's daily rag, so I checked it out and find it extremely interesting! Even if you are not a Hollywood-celeb, and are that hairy fat-guy in his parent's basement with an amazing imagination, your writing is compelling and your sense of humour rocks! I have a "blog" of my own at groups.msn.com/perrysnonsensicalramblings and use it to chime off on just about anything. I do a fair bit of USA bashing, but that's mostly political ranting, not personal. I'm not quite so subtle as yourself about retaining my anonimity though, as I have repeatedly made references to my city, job, friends, and even have a pic or two of myself posted, but I also do not have snoops in my trashcans.
I'm wondering if you are a Canadian though. When refering to that Viper you mention 140mph, but you've dropped into "kilometer" references as well (see April 14). Now that could be some European travel-related leavings, or it could be your roots showing. I know you'll never tell, though you've been asked if you are indeed a certain well-known hailing from the Newmarket area. If it is you, one of my former roommates went to the same highschool.
You had once asked for stories on brushes with celebrities. I'm not 100% on the legalities of posting the names, but here goes anyway. Dan Aykroyd and Jim Belushi were performing the Blues Brother's at a fund-raiser for my university. After the show, we retreated to our hotel room to party the night away. This rather posh hotel has a celeb area to ensure it's famous clientele will not be disturbed. We called Aykroyd and Belushi's room to invite them to our party (they were right under our room). Our party grew too noisy, so the hotel graciously moved us into a reception room in the basement. Later that evening Belushi arrived alone. He was carrying himself with the "I'm a celebrity, so fuck off!" aire. The party-goers quickly crowded around him. Now, my being rather drunk, I strolled over and, as plainly as asking the time, said "there's a question I've always wanted to ask you." He replied "it'd better be a fucking good question to wait this long!" I asked him what he thought about the movie WIRED. In this movie Michael Chiklis portrays Belushi's deceased drug-addicted brother, and not in a very pleasant light. Luckily Belushi (2+ inches, 50+ pounds bigger than myself) didn't punch me in the face, rather he did an about-face and started to leave the room. I followed him to the elevator and apologized for my insensitivity, he shook my hand, asked my name, and got into the elevator BUT not before snagging two very young ladies to take with him. How do I know these ladies were "very young"? I saw them earlier at our party and asked if one of them was in my law class. She was not, as she informed me that she and her friend were highschool students. They'd followed us after the show thinking (correctly) that we'd be in a position to be around the celebs. So, Belushi took two highschool girls to his room, and did whatever. What does your imagination tell you? On another note; the Blues Brother's band called our office (student government) and asked if we could supply them with some cocaine for the night. As far as I know...we obliged. As for Aykroyd, I've met him several times now, for various reason and he is just a wonderful person. Willing to accomodate his fans to the best of his ability. He was receiving an honorary doctorate and I screamed out "Hey Dan, what are hotdogs made of?" It's from his movie The Great Outdoors. Without skipping a beat, AND in the midst of a news interview, he laughs and yells back "What is it, lips and pig's dicks?!" Great guy, though incorrect, it was lips and assholes.
Lastly, here's my celeb question, and no...I'm not looking for juicy details, or a boobie-hound. Do you get flashed by young ladies attempting to get your attention? I've seen this happen, so does it happen to you? Thanks for all the great reading, hope to hear from you.