The Terrible Catsafterme Turns 18 Months – The Midway Point?
Thursday, March 13th, 2008
My goodness, how time flies…it seems like just yesterday that I was writing about the one-year mark of the Terrible Catsafterme. Although eighteen months isn’t really a significant anniversary by any means, it assumes a spot of pivotal importance in my head. For a long time, I have had a basic plan (or at least an idea) of a timeline for completing the work on my past life chronology. (Hopefully the creators of Lost have a better understanding where they are headed…but I digress). From the moment I decided to chronicle the events of my life – with a huge chunk of pop-culture observations and collectibles and a generous portion of current events sprinkled along the way – I have estimated that this would be a three-year project. Read the rest of this entry »
I was completely taken aback when I saw how attractive Anne Heche was in person. I was used to seeing that short-haired girlfriend-of-Ellen-Anne Heche on TV and in the movies and frankly, never thought she looked that good. But with her hair down, she was quite the dazzler. A charming personality made her even more appealing. She is in my opinion, what one might refer to as a big star – not some performer whose glory days came many years ago (the type I normally meet). So it was a breath of fresh air that she didn’t need to be goaded into signing an autograph or posing for a picture. 
So what was I doing as I turned nine? Well blowing out a lone “number 9” candle on a chocolate iced cake for one thing. We had a small gathering of family over at our place and one gift I received was a new red winter coat. That’s pretty much all I know about the birthday. I also know what I went out as on Halloween – well, sorta. I was the highly polictically incorrect arab oil magnate. Denise was a sickenly adorable angel. I fondly recall our days of scouring the neighborhood to achieve the heaviest pillowcase of candy treats. I don’t remember if it was this year or not that we got an apple from the Hinds, prompting Kenny Carroll to say as we exited the driveway, “so where do we ditch the apple?”