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Wednesday, April 23, 2003

 

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1) I was a member of the Cub Scouts and 4-H, but not at the same time. 4-H was much more fun.
2) I know the lyrics to the Underdog theme song, and will sing them at the drop of a hat. Also, I am very glad that no one has attempted to make a live action Underdog movie, but I suppose it�s only a matter of time.
3) The first record I can remember buying was Snoopy and His Friends (tracks 13 through 24 on this two-fer) by The Royal Guardsmen.
4) The first movie I saw in a theater was Mary Poppins, in its original release.
5) The telephone in our house makes me jump every time it rings, without fail.
6) The law of pizza: no fish, no fruit.
7) I once sold blank tape to Michael Nesmith. He did not seem pleased that I recognized him. Perhaps he was just having a bad day.
8) In the late sixties � early seventies, people often mistook my father for Oakland Raiders defensive end Ben Davidson. Now, he kinda looks like Wilford Brimley, but with more hair.
9) The last time I was mistaken for anyone famous was in 1988. I was driving down the freeway, on my way to rehearsal, when a car pulled up next to me. The passenger leaned out the window and yelled, �Hey! Are you Neil Diamond?�, which threw me for a moment. I had shoulder-length hair and a moustache at the time (for the play I was rehearsing) and was wearing a hot pink aloha shirt and a straw hat that had seen better days, I was driving a beat-up 1967 Volvo (it looked a lot like this one), and we were in Rancho Cordova.
10) My stated goal in life at age six: to become Governor of the State of California.
11) My goal in life now: to own an electric goat. Failing that, a steam-powered goat would be acceptable.