tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post5741655915180087693..comments2023-12-31T20:43:08.499-05:00Comments on THE STILETTO GANG: Real Things that Have Happened to Me (or that I've Done)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-28238249027225383802012-02-21T06:23:05.210-05:002012-02-21T06:23:05.210-05:00very cool post!very cool post!academia-researchhttp://www.tagged.com/academiaresearchnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-46362976896824312832012-02-16T10:36:32.580-05:002012-02-16T10:36:32.580-05:00When I was very, very pregnant and walking down th...When I was very, very pregnant and walking down the street on the Seabee base in front of the dispensary (where I had just had a pregnancy check up) my underpants fell off. (There were sailors everywhere.) I stepped out of them and kept on going and fled to my car.Marilyn Meredith a.k.a. F. M. Meredithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04179984154939161530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-72915747440542714182012-02-16T09:16:20.469-05:002012-02-16T09:16:20.469-05:00Oh my. Is there room in this box?
How about the t...Oh my. Is there room in this box?<br /><br />How about the time I was standing on the train platform in Peekskill (it was freezing out) and took my gloves out of my pocket only to watch one fly onto the tracks... For the rest of that day I did the Michael Jackson one glove thing.<br /><br />Oh. And there's the time (very early in my writing) when I got a rejection on a short story. I sent an email to a friend saying "I don't get what these people want." Only I hit reply. gulp.<br /><br />I could go on, but I'll stop now lest you all think I'm a total idiot.Laurahttp://www.laurabradford.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-29967820124056401692012-02-15T11:41:14.044-05:002012-02-15T11:41:14.044-05:00Let's see - I slipped and fell in the middle o...Let's see - I slipped and fell in the middle of a show when I was in grad school. It was during a dance number and instead of just getting up and continuing on, I did the arm movements to the dance from the floor before finally standing up and continuing along. Now - remember that I am not a dainty thing. I am 5' 10" and back then weighed about 30 lbs more. I hit the ground with a thud. But I did get lots of compliments on the fact I didn't turn as red as my hair when it happened. (Little did they know that stage make-up hides all sorts of things including blushes!)Joelle Charbonneauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13608552691748018256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-27697882530645885212012-02-15T11:30:38.522-05:002012-02-15T11:30:38.522-05:00I'm trying to think of my weirdest moments, an...I'm trying to think of my weirdest moments, and my "eat once a day only" diet comes to mind. I could eat anything I wanted, but only once a day (in the morning). This was around college-age, I should clarify, but went on for a few years after! On Sundays, I remember eating a box of a dozen Dunkin' Donuts. Other days, sometimes I'd eat a whole large pizza. One time, it might be a 1 lb bag of chips with salsa. I know, horrible! I'm so glad I don't eat like that any more. Let's see...anything not food-related? Oh, yeah, there was a time I was waiting for the shuttle to a mystery convention, chatting with other authors outside the airport, and finally realized I had toilet paper trailing from one shoe. Gotta have a sense of humor!Susan McBridehttp://susanmcbride.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-23023150464612742852012-02-15T10:35:33.883-05:002012-02-15T10:35:33.883-05:00I agree with you and Georgie-Peorgie! It's no...I agree with you and Georgie-Peorgie! It's not really dirty and if you know who touched it last, you should be good to go!<br /><br />Also, from where the hell else do people think "the 5 (or 10 or 15 . . . ) second rule" comes?Vicky Politonoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-63189631192061643802012-02-15T08:27:58.377-05:002012-02-15T08:27:58.377-05:00Vicky, I have been known to pull something off the...Vicky, I have been known to pull something off the top of the garbage, wrapped of course, and eat it. We call it "pulling a Costanza" after the infamous SEINFELD episode where George eats an eclair that had been thrown away. MaggieMaggie Barbierinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-31768156550710133992012-02-15T08:12:28.828-05:002012-02-15T08:12:28.828-05:00I can put up to two things, both from long ago and...I can put up to two things, both from long ago and pretty tame (sorry, Mags—I am ever mindful that this is the internet!).<br /><br />EPISODE 1:<br />During college I went through a couple of stints of only sleeping between 10p and 2a every night for the last two weeks leading to finals. One night, I woke up to go to the bathroom and then go down to the dorm lounge where I figured I’d see who else was up to study, write, etc. and maybe get some coffee before settling in for my next long day. On opening my door I found a wedge of cold pizza on a few stacked brown paper hand towels, the kind stocked in the bathroom dispensers in our dorm, sitting on the floor immediately in front of my room. I picked it up, started eating it, and walked down to the lounge. While most of my fellow Mottier Hall residents understood that no one should ever turn down the chance to eat a little free pizza at 2a, cold or not, and that it would have been rude to reject such a generous gift, a few people could not believe I would pick up cold pizza from our marginally clean hallway floor, left by who the hell knows who, and eat it without a flicker. I did find who left it for me and thanked them, too.<br /><br />To this day if I speak to someone from those days they say “hey, remember when you ate that pizza off the floor?”.<br /><br />Again, it was not on the floor. It was on a stack of clean (I’m pretty sure) paper towels on the floor.<br /><br />EPISODE 2:<br />In 7th grade I was ditching study hall with some friends and prowling around the halls and empty rooms of our building, not really doing anything harmful, but still in the wrong. At one point, we all almost got caught by the vice-principle, whom everyone feared. We had to split up and run and I dashed under a wide stairwell near an exit, but not before doing something I’d seen in the movies: I rushed first to the exit door, shoved it open at the panic-bar, and then turned and tucked myself under the stairwell. That made a very identifiable sound and it took some time for the door to close, which drew the VP’s attention, of course. But, he was already on my trail, so it seemed the right risk. Just as I pressed myself up into the wedge created by the brick wall and the slant of the underside of the stair case, trying to gulp breathes quietly, I heard and saw the VP’s feet approach the exit alcove. I watched him move to the door and look out, trying to see who had just run out of the building. If he’d thought to look a few feet to his right as he turned and made his way back down the hall, he’d have seen me because there was nothing to hide behind. But, he didn’t and I waited for a minute, walked quietly out to the main hall-way intersection and peeked around the corner to see him far down the hall, walking away toward the administrative offices. Then I hid myself in a bathroom for the few minutes until passing time for the next class. I didn’t ever do it again. I had been lucky and had gotten a thrill and that was adventure enough for me.Vicky Politonoreply@blogger.com