File under "things that weren't funny at the time but are amusing now" -- that time a professional clown threatened to sue me over a blog post about another of his clown friends. And I do literally mean clowns. I would recount the story here, but for fear of instigating the whole thing all over again, I'll just leave it as while I was out covering an event for a story I was writing, I got hit on by (and given a phone number from) a real live professional clown.

I mean, really. Who gets hit on by a clown?

Um, I mean... for legal reasons (legitimate or otherwise) I should probably cover my backside there. What I MEANT to add is "Not that there's anything wrong with getting hit on by a clown who is in costume and on duty." Truth be told, pictures of clowns and real live clowns creeped the bejeesus out of me when I was a little kid.

Which kind of makes the whole thing a little bit funnier.

And so I've opened the archive of bizarre memories involving my personal life. Maybe one day I'll recount the stories about the "dead wife buried in Mexico" pick-up line and that time I was asked about my biological clock while on a date... when I was 23. So it's no wonder, really, that while I was out with one of my guy friends this summer, he made the inquiring observation: "Are you scared of people, or do you just meet scary people?"

Still waiting for the verdict to come in on that one.