tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061273.post8242166920638342637..comments2023-11-03T06:08:34.011-06:00Comments on Third Level Digression: Yahmdallahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486390319031344611noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061273.post-29739589188689005472008-01-13T10:10:00.000-07:002008-01-13T10:10:00.000-07:00That's funny.As a kid, I was cast as the voice of ...That's funny.<BR/><BR/>As a kid, I was cast as the voice of the character in a film about littering. At first, I was thrilled and flattered, but when we actually watched the film in class it became obvious why I was cast – you couldn’t tell by my voice if I was a boy or a girl. All the kids in my class laughed really hard. It was a total Charlie Brown experience.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5061273.post-58223693253727146192008-01-10T10:05:00.000-07:002008-01-10T10:05:00.000-07:00I was traumatized in Kindergarten by the filmstrip...I was traumatized in Kindergarten by the filmstrip version of Robert McCloskey's "Homer Price"--you know, the story where the donut machine won't stop, and donuts KEEP COMING OUT. There are piles and piles of donuts everywhere, and NOBODY CAN STOP IT, and clearly soon the whole world will be buried in donuts and WE WILL ALL BE BURIED ALIVE AND DIE. I cried and cried, and on the last day of The Opinionated Homeschoolerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07998448933609444830noreply@blogger.com