I met Muhammad Ali once.  My wife worked at a museum in Washington DC where they held the premiere party for Jurassic Park.  So my wife and I and some of her co-workers crashed the party.  The stars of Jurassic Park were there, and so was Spielberg.  And Ali.  So I went to shake his hand and said it was a pleasure to meet him.  I was kinda tongue-tied about it...

The idea of warfare has to appeal.

Once Wobble and Levine were gone, it just wasn't the same.

Oh yeah. I also got glared at once by John Lydon. I dared to look bored at a PiL concert. This was back in '89 when they sucked.

2. She's my cousin.

At some point I had him pegged as the Sock Puppet Master. But frankly I don't think he has the imagination for it.

I've spent hours sitting with a minor interwebz personality just today.

Back in the 80s, while I was in university, a buddy of mine wrote a letter (yes, this was before email) to Harlan Ellison basically telling him that he was full of **** re: some story or essay he wrote. One evening some weeks later, while said buddy and I myself were hanging out, likely indulging in some form of mind-altering recreation, the phone rings. I pick it up, and it's none other than Harlan Ellison, personally phoning my buddy to tell him in no uncertain terms why he was full of ****. It was pretty intense.

Katrina Bowden was at my wedding.