I'm actually way ahead on my work, so I'm browsing a bit. My friend Janet's site sent me to this stranger's site. After reading her story about wanting to type as fast as That Girl's boyfriend as a child, I left an embarrassing admission of my own. And then after all that typing (hey, 3 paragraphs is a lot for me!) I figured "Why waste it?" So here it is for all to see:
Hey. I was directed here by Janet at pencilmein.com. You said leave a note, so here is a note.
I can't believe your parents made you give that money back! Oh well. I'm a parent. Parents do stupid things, but they mean well. But STILL - wow. You shoulda been praised for taking the initiative to earn your own money, and doing it honestly and creatively.
What an ambition - to type like Donald! If you are going to be that honest, I'll be honest too and tell you I wanted buck teeth like Ernie on My Three Sons! I actually thought they looked cool! One time my older brother noticed me holding my teeth over my lip that way and said "What the heck are you doing?" Even then, I suddenly immediately realized I was doing something incredibly dorky, and then I immediately realized "What a stupid thing to want!" So I just told my brother "What? I'm not 'DOING' anything!" and I never held teeth that way again.
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Hey Mark, after reading your story about Ernies' teeth, you need to go back and check out Doodlegirls archives for August.Read the Reflection story.You two have something in common.
In grade school I faced ridicule after admitting I found dog food commercials appetizing. Something about all those juicy closeups of "savory morsels"...
admissions to stupid feature-altering hi-jinks as children....
I would pull my nose at night before I went to sleep hopin' it would be big like Ringo's or hooked like Lennon's...
Fortunately neither took but it's probably why I snore so bad!
You are so funny! And all these comments! Weee! Now I don't feel so mortified anymore by all the silly things I did as a child!
Mark, you are an i n c r e d i b l e artist and happy to have found your site!
I trained myself to lift one eyebrow at a time just like Fred McMurray on My Three Sons and Mr. Spock. I can still do it if I don't think about it too hard!
I had to give up tapping my foot, so badly did MY THREE SONS distort my already skewed Catholic view of existence.
Ernie? I wanted to be cool, like Chip! Then I realized he wasn't cool, he was a somnambulist. Funny, though, seeing Chip in the movie PRIVATE PARTS (Paul Bartel's 'transexual' psycho-sex-horror satire of '73, not the Howard Stern movie) years after I'd gotten over thinking he was cool. Man, Chip was a doorstop with legs.
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