Not really THAT much a fan...
...but I'll tell the story anyway, as it's come up in conversation a couple of times recently.

I think my sons were about eight and nine at the time. I'm not sure why I didn't have my daughter with me, but for some reason it was just the boys and I that day. We had season passes, so we went up to Paramount's Kings Dominion for the day. (This place.)

We got there and rode a few roller coasters and such and were generally having fun, when I spotted what appeared to be Lieutenant Warf standing to one side in full uniform. I stared for a moment and he smiled and boomed "Would you like a picture with me?" in a basso profundo voice.

I approached, goggle-eyed boys in tow. "Well, normally yes, but I don't have a camera with me." I inspected him closely and lowered my voice. "Damn but they did an incredible job on the costume! Your makeup is fantastic!"

He grinned, and at that moment a pair of Romulans, one male and one female, approached from behind my sons. The male put a hand on each boy's shoulder, causing them to turn and squeak in shock. I grinned and said, "Come now, boys, show the Romulan captain some respect."

The Romulan smiled faintly. "It's Commander, but thank you... I have to ask, why doesn't your government want to talk to me? Don't they realize that I have five quantum torpedoes pointed at this planet at every moment? At any time I could put in an order and render the surface uninhabitable-"

I interrupted his speech. "Whoa, Commander. Hang on. You want to know what the problem is here? You're not happy enough."

Silence.

"Come, I'll teach you to be happy!" And I began singing the "Happy Happy Joy Joy" song from Ren & Stimpy and dancing.

The twenty year old kid in his costume looked like he was having a bad acid flashback, the girl kinda backed up like she thought I was going to get violent, and the Klingon was trying very hard to choke back the giggles. The boys utterly cracked up as their father danced around a circle, pretending to butt-bump an invisible partner.

After a thorough blue-screening, the Romulan spluttered, "Stop! Now! Go away! You're evil!" and stalked off, leaving the Klingon with tears running down his face as he struggled to regain composure.

We had a great time on the roller coasters, but it was kind of anticlimactic after that.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 16 Apr 2009, 22:52, 8 replies)

Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!
But a damned funny one!

Incidentally I think I've been there, along with Busch Gardens and a water park I forget the name of.

I recall awkwardly flirting with a Korean lass while I was there.
( jim_bob can herd cats., Thu 16 Apr 2009, 22:57, closed)

Guilty as charged.
But ya know, if anyone asked me what my favorite moment was as a parent, the moment I was most proud of, I think that might have to be it.

It still makes me grin.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 16 Apr 2009, 22:59, closed)

That's made me smile.
Cheers!
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Thu 16 Apr 2009, 22:58, closed)

I'll teach your grandmother to suck eggs!
*click* You've just reminded me I love that song :D
( Maladicta, Thu 16 Apr 2009, 23:36, closed)

This is why you belong here.
In the bosom of fellow un-dignified humans.
( girlinthehole, Fri 17 Apr 2009, 8:32, closed)

For a fact I seem to fit in here, don't I?
My daughter has gotten used to me doing silly things in public now- the last time I got cantaloupes with her, I sorted through a pile of them to find two nice ones. I checked the stem end- if it smells of melon and isn't bright green, the melon is ripe. I then held them, stem ends out, at chest level. She turned pink and left the area.

It seems to be a recurring theme in my life.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 17 Apr 2009, 14:29, closed)

I used to be able to do the same, but my daughters no longer even
blink no matter what I do (ages 21 and 18).

Strangely enough, when she goes to college next year my youngest daughter is planning to study geology and climatology just as I did. She even asked if I would be willing to lecture at her school. I have no idea of where this came from but it scares the hell out of me! (I am sure she will change when she starts her classes but it is a bit flattering as I NEVER tried to get either of them into my field of study although I used to bore them to death when I woudl pontificate about rocks we were seeing on family trips.)
(MichaelS wasn't picked again, Fri 17 Apr 2009, 17:27, closed)

Loon by name.....
*Click*
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Fri 17 Apr 2009, 11:23, closed)