My brushes with celebrities
Inspired by this post, here's a partial list of my brushes with celebrities:
I saw and took pics of Kiefer Sutherland while he was shooting 24 in Griffith Park, but I didn't speak with him.
I yelled rude references to Mark Spitz once.
I briefly did some web work some years ago for a callgirl who (I think) was in Playboy's "Women of the Web" issue. I did the work at her home office. "Would you mind ducking behind this screen for a minute while I show this gentleman in?"
I spoke briefly with Shelley Morrison from Will & Grace and took her pic at a "peace" protest. At the time, I had no idea who she was; lots of people say they're on TV, but I guess she was telling the truth. That page also includes a pic of a KNBC reporter.
I spoke briefly with Christina Gonzalez at another "peace" protest. On TV she looks OK, but in person she's, as the kids say, PHAT.
I saw Louie Anderson at the 7-11 on 3rd and Hauser some years ago; he was cordial.
On the other hand, at the 7-11 on Vine and Beverly, Larry McCormick grunted or something when I said hi to him. Asshole.
I've met Melrose Larry Green a few times; do that count?
I ran into John "Butt Man" Stagliano at an undisclosed location some years ago.
I met Wolf Savage while he was waiting for a bus in Culver City. He's funny.
I met Luke Ford at the bloggers' AFI party a while back. Somehow, I don't think he's going to be the conduit I need to meet Gina Ryder.
A friend's girlfriend was the daughter of the guy who was the truck driver in T2 (or maybe it was just T). I met him. The friend went on to play some action figure at amusement parks and pitch a movie about paintball.
I briefly spoke with KTLA's Walter Richards at the El Pollo Loco on Figueroa near USC a few days ago.
I met the Reverend Ike's "business manager." Together with her limo driver and her dog.
I saw but didn't speak with Lily Tomlin.
I saw (deep inside) Annie Sprinkle and then briefly spoke with her afterwards.
I spoke with Phranc a few times; she's nice.
Some years ago, Sinbad and I went to the same private gym. We worked out alongside each other once, but, out of respect for his great talent, I didn't try to speak with him.
And, last but by no means least, at the cleanup after the L.A. "insurrection/uprising," I was waiting at the shopping center at Washington and Central (?) for them to assemble a crew who were going to sit in the back of my truck to go do the work that others should have done...
Anyway, certainly my greatest celebrity brush was when Edward James Olmos hugged me.
Before you get the wrong idea, it was a manly, macho hug.