Hall of Fame “Adventures” Include:
- Getting a social media shout out from Britney Spears
- Crashing the Grammy Awards
- Crashing the Spiderman Premiere
- Crashing an SNL after party (while underage)
- Inheriting a national monument in Ireland (I call it “caretaking”)
- Dancing on stage with Prince
- Losing everything I owned in a massive cockroach infestation
- Bartering social media to live for a year getting to 12 states with $10 to my name
- Meeting Jack Dorsey and Rick Rubin outside of a teepee
- Planning the meeting for my friend and neighbor’s murder (you can’t google what to do in that situation)
- Outing a con-man using synesthesia
- Accurately identifying gang stalking
- Setting legal precedent in the state of CT at age 17
- Having my life rights, trademarks and intellectual property sell in a four way bidding war between ABC, CBS, NBC, and FOX networks (not actually based on the truth of my life, but on what someone else wanted from it).
- That was BEFORE I found out I’m autistic and have a condition called synesthesia.
::duh:: No shit, sherlock! How do you think I did all those things?!


"Non-Hall of Fame Adventure" posts ... but still funny & insightful:

#RealDeal: That time I cold called the man that bought my life rights, trademarks, and intellectual property
On Monday April 29th, while zoning out in front of the TV watching Jeopardy (one of my favorite ways to de-stress), with a clear head and heart, I said out loud to my dog:
“I am pitching a TV show about power. Why have I not picked up the phone to call the most powerful man in Hollywood?”
…. who I have access to via him buying my life rights, trademarks, and intellectual property TWICE!

#OriginStory: 10 years ago I was placed on a 5150 and spent 48 hours under psychiatric evaluation
I didn’t need medicine, I needed to develop coping skills, and with that came the knowledge that things don’t bother me the same way (stressors or people) when I’m taking care of myself. What do I “want to do” or “where I will be in 10 years?” As you can see, I have absolutely

#TrueStory: How I got away from predator Ron Jeremy (and how you can protect yourself too)
When I first wrote about this story in 2010, I wrote about it from the perspective of, holy shit – this guy is a total creep, but it’s also RON JEREMY!!! ::questionmark???!!:: I was ONE phone call away from being among the group of women who were strong enough to come forward with their stories here:

#OriginStory: A tale of three acid trips (& one very true story)
I liken my acid trips to a Goldilocks style experience.

#OriginStory: That time I got stiffed (instead of getting something stiff)
Review after review spoke really ill of him. One review directly called him a “bully” and what a “horror he was to work for.” Clearly, these are just disgruntled employees, I thought thinking the person I had just talked to seemed far from being a “bully.”

#NerdsUnite: Moe’s tavern is a real place & I met the real Moe!
Moes Tavern is a real thing! And you too can get a chance to meet the man behind the character Moe. Spoiler alert, this Mo is more like-able.

#TalkNerdyToMe: The full story behind our @BritneySpears moment
I didn’t know Charlie as Hollywood Reporters 2012’s Reality Television’s 50 Most Powerful Producers, or from being the son of SNL creator and NBC Chairman Dick Ebersol, or from his mom “Kate and Alley” star Susan Saint James … I knew Charlie Ebersol because at the time HE WAS DATING BRITNEY SPEARS!!!!

#OriginStory: I took one of my childhood idols as my date to her own movie screening at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery
Never one to back down from a dream or goal I want to accomplish, I clicked CONTACT Cinespia’s page for The Craft screening typing into the form that I wanted to attend with one of the stars of the film and wondered if there were any tickets left.

#TrueStory: I was interviewed in a murder investigation (and cried in front of Katie Couric and Will.I.Am telling them about it)
It’s easy for me to be angry at everything right now. It’s easy for me to withdraw. It’s easy for me to cry myself to sleep. What wasn’t easy was PUBLICLY crying (particularly in front of someone I consider adjacent to “idol” territory).

#RealDeal: That time I cold called the man that bought my life rights, trademarks, and intellectual property (PT. 2)
It took two phone calls, one friend request, and two Facebook messages to see Jerry Bruckheimer’s incoming call on May 7th – (22 hours after the last Facebook message read “Hey there: I got your messages. I’m just back in the office this week and will call you.”)

#Fact: I’ve been stalked for the last four and a half years … and I’m going to tell my story LOUDLY
I then called my father who has in the past used private investigators.
“Why do you hire private investigators?” I asked.
(He, for a long time, worked as an attorney for insurance companies.)

#GoneViral: How I used Synesthesia to spot a stalker (full story)
So, I’m going viral on the gram right now …

Hi, my name is Jen Friel and I just found out I have Synesthesia. Do you have it too?
After I was diagnosed in February, I worked with an animator who also has synesthesia to describe what I see. I’ve spent the last nine months trying to explain it to myself. See all syntesthetes (what we are called) experience synesthesia differently. To some people Monday may have a color, or the number six may have its own personality. The details oddly aren’t important, what is important is the hyper-connectivity and processing in our brains that act as LEGIT super powers.

#OpenLetter: Dear Grandma & Grandpa – you guys sucked (and you weren’t even the Hoar in this scenario)
I’m shocked and need a minute … but also took a moment to realize HOW BIG OF A DEAL IT IS to have finally merged Talk Nerdy To Me, Lover and Talk Nerdy To Me™.

#ThatAwkwardMomentWhen: Someone you’re not dating gives you roses and an expensive necklace
I had one of the most AWKWARD experiences of my life last night. And coming from being such a fucking loner growing up … I assure you, there were a LOT of experiences to pull from. I not only wound up walking over 2 miles home from the bar, but I also sat outside a McDonalds crying at 3a

#OriginStory: That time I accidentally met Robin Williams … while passionately pursuing @EnriqueIglesias
“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU TALKED TO HIM!!!” J said in a loud whisper.
Confused, I confessed, “I didn’t talk to him. I was too scared.”
“Oh yeah,” she said, “I saw you fail in front of Enrique Iglesias – I’m more impressed with how you kept your cool

#BurningMan: Waking dreams (and letting go of a nightmare)
I’ve technically speaking already “leveled up,” I just needed to learn how to claim my own space within it. I feel great, and alchemizing the Burn is the last step in that change.

#NerdsUnite: Understanding Autism Spectrum Tests
What is the criteria for autism spectrum tests? Well, it’s not as easy as you would think and autism spectrum tests appear differently in boys than in girls.

#ActualTexts: … from my 85 years young TikTok famous neighbor
Yep, my neighbor Elizabeth is living her best life. She’s been acting for a very long time, and has recently become Tik Tok famous thanks to her show Retirement House. Thanks to her new found fame, she has required additional costumes and clothing for the show. Who does she go to for said costumes and clothing?! These are actual texts from my famous friend Elizabeth. I never know what she is going to text, and I hope she never changes. Love you, Elizabeth!

#OriginStory: I had read about this fetish on Urban Dictionary, and yep, it’s actually “a thing!”
Talk Nerdy To Me: Being jolted into my head meant that my own orgasm wasn’t going to happen. Not wanting to spoil his, I talked dirty in his ear choosing words as my weapon against mass deconstruction. He quickly finished, and as we rolled over ontop of each other, he went straight to sleep and I wa

#LifeHack: Think you’re about to be mugged? (I tried this and it worked)
Shout …shout … let it all out … and it just might save you too! I’ve learned a lot from traveling around the country (specifically getting to 12 states with $10 to my name), and also taking public transportation in LA for 600 days. I now know due to synesthesia, I can “feel” things in situations, which for the most part, kept me out of trouble. Except for the time I was hit in the head with a brick, and then the other time, when I got drugged at a bar and was being placed in a cab as one of my twitter followers saw what was happening and intervened (placing me over his shoulders – saving me from the creepers). OUTSIDE of those situations, I have a sixth sense of my environment. That sixth sense came in handy on an otherwise typical day. It was so typical in fact that my photographic memory just remembers that I had left a meeting and had to do a bus transfer at Vermont to head back in the direction I was heading. It was around 3 or 4pm. I remember seeing kids running around, so it was sometime after the school rush, but long before dark (as it was a summer month). I stood there with my white Beats by Dre headphones on, backpack, and whatever sponsored clothing I had at the time. The backpack was large enough to think “she has a laptop in there” but not large enough to go “this is too heavy to carry.” As I waited for the bus, I noticed three men approaching where I was standing. Not abnormal considering it’s a busy bus stop, but abnormal in that I don’t like crowds so I was standing far enough away to have space for myself. Someone encroaching said personal space was weird, MULTIPLE PEOPLE approaching said space was stranger danger. Immediately I took notice, but stayed calm. I watched the men create this, half circle barrier from where I was standing, which created a shield from the street visibility wise. The whole process took a few milliseconds, and to anyone else, it would look like the guys were in a group huddle. Only I knew they weren’t huddling … I didn’t EXACTLY know what they were doing, but I knew I was the object of their attention and that felt like trouble. (Which is really impressive considering how many days up until that point that I was perfectly fine!!) Instinctively, I began CRYING … SOBBING SO HARD … it was a cry … shout … BORDERLINE BLOOD CURDLE SCREAM. The guys immediately stopped getting closer but were still close enough for me to look in their eyes and see the fear of “oh no!! We picked a crazy one!! No way!!” I continued sobbing thinking about every dog I had ever had that died. I cried for our dog Honeybee … Max … Ginger … Rocky … (this was pre-Buster boo) … I even cried for

#NerdsUnite: They’re Talking Nerdy Baby (Rising Star: Meet Jen Friel)
It’s funny, last night at my favorite watering hole, I had a guy admit to googling me at the bar. Which was really weird, because his admitting “it” felt as weird as him saying “it.” Interesting choice, and while I appreciated the honesty, what he didn’t know is who I was sitting next to. MY FRIEND WHO INVENTED THE LIGHT BASED GPS USED TO LAND THE MARS ROVER!!!! It’s okay, I’m prettier, so I get it. Either way, he looked up my IMDB profile and saw I was on the West Texas Investors Club. He then asked about Robert Duvall (who is the voice over narrator on WTIC). “How was it working with him?” he asked. I said “I didn’t know. I know he and Rooster and Butch are best friends (meaning Rooster McConaughey and Butch Gilliam stars of WTIC). “I do know Rooster has him programmed in his phone with a very lovely nickname. I know that because I was holding his phone (ON THE FLOOR OF THE NEW YORK STOCK EXCHANGE) while the guys were being interviewed for the CNBC press tour for the show. “I also know for their podcast I WAS THEIR OPENING EPISODE and Robert was the FOLLOW UP. Technically ten episodes after. “Top 10 for coolest moments of my life, but no, I do not know him.” THEN, this morning, I had my phone on Do Not Disturb, but saw a missed call from BUTCH! Which isn’t abnormal, we do our checkins, I was just surprised as we had just chatted a few weeks back. THEN, (also this morning) I opened up my email and see that TODAY my interview went live on the business that I do (in general) but most specifically related to Texas. So, there you go. I get asked about the guys a lot, but never about Robert Duvall, and I definitely haven’t had a location based interview go live within the same 24 hours as a phone call from the person I JUST talked about. Many thanks!! If you want to check out the interview, click here. If you want to hear the podcast check it out here. And here’s a post on the last time I saw the guys, back in April, where their best friend (and my mentor) had his ashes spread over his own funeral. Oh! Oh! And I met Jack Dorsey and Rick Rubin (here’s a post on reading their body language). TOTALLY unrelated.

#OriginStory: That time I got stiffed (instead of getting something stiff)
<EditorsNote> One of the many very very cool things about being autistic is that we write things out. It’s a huge part of my mental health actually – I need to write. There are over 7,500 blog posts (from Talk Nerdy To Me, Lover) that have now been trimmed to a “best of” Talk Nerdy To Me™. If you’re new, welcome!! These origin stories are a part of how I found out I’m autistic and have a neurological condition called Synesthesia. It was QUITE the journey getting here!!! Have a laugh … or a cry … or both. Much love!! xo Jen </EditorsNote> Last Friday, I went to the local watering hole with my best friend (who happens to be gay, a guy, and not into anything tech), and somewhere near the end of our first glass of wine, I referenced a gif I had sent to a guy on Bumble, “let me show it to you,” I said grabbing my phone. As I pulled up Bumble, I quickly realized I couldn’t find the conversation. “Oh, I said laughing, he clearly googled me and unmatched.” “Why would someone unmatch with you?” he asked confused. “I fully disclose in my profile that I’m a writer and that I have the blog. Some men get weirded out by it.” “Why do you need to fully disclose your blog to people?” I took a moment, and thought about it, before responding with “you’re right! I’ve spent my entire ‘career’ disclosing that information because my website and myself were one in the same. It’s been (almost) a decade, and one full lifetime later. So, why am I still doing this?” I immediately deleted my entire profile (and also took down my TedX picture) and changed my profile to this … The results were immediate, and on Monday, I texted him my findings … As I was texting him, I got YET ANOTHER text from YET ANOTHER date … I’m a sapiosexual, so leading with “just” my looks was the LAST thing on my mind. I’m a hot chick, why the fuck did I not think of leading with that!!! Who knew dating could be so easy??? Well done, Friel. You’re for once not over thinking things. Now, onto the post … The more honest I’ve been able to be with myself, the more that I realized I never actually made dating a priority. I made dating a business yes, but a priority no. When I reread texts or (even worst) posts, I noticed a pattern in starting them off with … “I thought I was going to meet this guy, and then I had this work thing come up …” If I really want what I say I want, this should be the only coming I’m focused on … The seizure I had back in September was such a blessing in disguise; it forced me to face my own mortality, which then lead to a stronger focus on what my intentions are. I want a family, and to make that

#NerdsUnite: A question on sixth sense and synesthesia
As a writer and all around artist, I am really struggling with attaching words to describe how I experience life now aware that I have synesthesia.

#NerdsUnite: The body language of @Jack & @RickRubin
Still in my skeleton onesie, I found the one little blip of shade to protect my ivory soft and smooth Irish skin outside a tee pee. (There’s also a tee pee in this scenario.) That little blip of shade also happened to be DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF JACK DORSEY.

#WTF: An Adult Autism Test in Los Angeles Costs How Much!?
I was frustrated that I felt I in these series of completely surreal life experiences one of the only TWO THINGS THAT MAKE SENSE (having synesthesia and being autistic) still had a barrier to entry that I had no idea how to get through.

#Welcome: To our new home … officially!
After (almost) six months, and a migration/ editing of 7,500 blog posts … we are in our new home. TalkNerdyToMeLover.com and TalkNerdyToMe.com are now the same. Since, everything with TalkNerdyToMeLover was all about transparency, I wanted this (technically soft launch) to be the same. The migration is complete in terms of URLs, but as I’ve discovered, there’s still a lot of work to do with images, tagging, and data that decided it was going to hang for a bit and not migrate over. I’d rather be honest about it than be the person that pretends ANY of this was easy. I have said to Jeff more times than I can count in the last six months … I will NEVER. EVER. DO. THIS. AGAIN. But here we are … doing it … and figuring it out along the way. That way includes just migrating MY ENTIRE DIARY digitally with the recent awareness that I’m autistic and have synesthesia. So not only was it a “This Is Your Life Moment” … but it was a “This is Your Life Moment” followed up with a presentation ceremony for my new life operating manual. Figuring it out as I go is where I know I do best, and many many thanks for the support. I don’t know how I was able to do all of this, but I did, and FUCK YES. I own everything I built. Finally.

#WTF: And he’s out … the man who hit me in the head with the brick has been released
The courts had reached out two years later (in 2018) asking for a personal statement from me, the victim.
The man in the DA’s office was actually shocked I called as most victims choose not to speak out against their attacker.
Brick or no brick a common theme in my life is that … I. SPEAK. UP.

#WestTexas: Saying Good Bye to a Great And Saying Hello to @Jack outside of a Teepee
Well, I had one of the coolest moments of my career randomly outside of a teepee in West Texas. I shouldn’t be surprised.
Magical, magical things happen in West Texas.
It’s like this vortex that even made Jeff go “woah, this is really weird.”
Considering he has a front row seat to all things weird all day every day, I made a note of it.

#HowTo: Out con a conman (or in this case con-woman)
Upon first meeting, she told me (confidentially) that she was part of a trust fund, and now wanted to specifically invest in female entrepreneurs.
“Your stories are incredible,” she said over email. “How can we build something together to help you with your re-launch? I’d love to hear your thoughts over lunch.”

#WTF: I googled the Human Lie Detector … and the results were shocking
I was downloading the syllabus and required materials when I got a text from my gf (who had just read the post).
Human Lie Detector … “meet” the Bull$hit Detector.
She called … a rare occurrence that prompted attention.

#Fact: With great power comes great responsibility
Talk Nerdy To Me™ … (this is a post about body language and working with a human lie detector) A few days ago, I completed the final assessment before I go into military-grade training on reading body language (specifically non-verbal leaks). And GOOD NEWS!! I was approved for recommendation in the room!!! Here’s what it all means. Maestro … For the last handful of months, I have been prepping to go into formal training for reading body language. I discovered through a series of events that I literally see things differently. I see “fingerprints” in terms of shapes of people, and when something is “off” I see the person in black and white (while everyone else is in color). I didn’t have the vocabulary to understand what I was seeing and having never been asked how I know what I know – it didn’t occur to me that what I had was a gift. It also didn’t occur to me at any point in 36 years to MENTION it to anyone, because I saw what I saw and since it’s been this way my entire life, I had no idea it was different from what other people see. look at this video & scroll to 1:47 seconds It only took me 14 seconds to have visual, assess the situation and not only take action … but I was accurate. look at my hand smack against the wall at 2:21 seconds That’s not a casual, “I think I’m seeing what I’m seeing …” it’s an “i know what i’m seeing and you best be gone boy.” This discovery wasn’t either “the chick or the egg,” that led to the invitation to training; I was already on that path. The timing just happened to coincide. “I’d love to be in the training program,” started every meeting in the last three months with the Dr. (aka Human Lie Detector). “Why do you want to go into training?” He asked. “Valid question,” I said, “but I don’t have an answer. Six months ago, I didn’t even know who you were or that any of this ‘was a thing!!’” I didn’t say it was the coolest thing I have ever heard – although it is. What I did say was, “If the last few years proved anything to me, it is that I am EXACTLY the person that I thought I was. I step up, I speak up, and I had no idea I was capable of the things I am capable of. I not only organized the community in my building when we needed it the most during my friend’s murder, but I also placed call after call when my other friend’s body was found. I don’t fully believe that EVERYTHING happens for a reason, but those were two big defining moments in my life and I earned a lot of respect for it, but mostly for myself.” I then went into the process. I go into this laser focus; it’s like time slows

#TrueStory: How an actor you know as “that guy” helped tremendously when I needed it the most
Before I explain the military-grade training course (specifically on crisis management) I am going into, I wanted to acknowledge those who helped in the process.
One of those people who helped hugely was a television and film actor currently at an all-time ratings high (on TV).
You know him, and most likely have paid for one of his movies or shows.

#WTF: How working with a human lie detector led to a previously undiagnosed medical condition
How do you quantify perception?
I’m not sure, but historically, I’ve been rewarded with few questions asked.
People just say “that’s just Jen; this is what she does.”
In this experience, I discovered I’m gifted.

#Fact: This is how I obtained tangible proof that I was being stalked (… for 4.5 years)
I’ve spent the last (almost) month since the first post talking to every applicable type of expert and “authority figure” imaginable. I forgot in the process that I am my own authority figure. This is my truth. And I’m going to continue to tell it. Loudly. Here’s the song I’m listening to while writing this … maestro … Thank you to everyone for the continued support. It’s physically strengthening my voice to police and police-like officials. This is part two of a series of posts. Click here to read part one. I walked into the police station borderline hysterical in physical fear of my every ounce and being. … and if you’ve ever seen me cry before, I don’t do the “pretty person cry” … I’m a baby sea lion at best, a potential missing link at my worst. I said to the officer “I’m being stalked, but it’s by a group of people – not just one single person.” The officer looked down, and said, “so people are out to get you?” Picking up the paranoia title that was just placed in front of me, I said, “no. It’s one, or maybe multiple people running the operation. It’s a group of people. They’re a series of proxies that just show up EVERYWHERE I go.” “How do you know they are there for you?” “Body language,” I admitted. “I recognize it well – it’s a skill.” I was calming down at that point switching from hysteria to pride that I even recognized “it.” Remember, the “it” is still in question. “I have a license plate of one of the people,” I admitted as I told him the pattern I spotted. “He then took me mildly seriously as he looked up the plate.” Remember in the last post my father said to make note of what I was seeing? I took that literally. “What information do you want me to give you? It wouldn’t be abnormal for this person to be in that area.” I then thanked him for his time, as I quickly, and unfortunately realized there was nothing the police could do. My experience at the police station was almost identical to this man’s story starting at eight minutes in. <tangent> This is what’s interesting about having the life experience of not only being stalked but also surviving taking a brick to my head. When I got hit in the head, not only was I helped by countless bystanders but taken to the hospital where I received treatment. (Still eternally grateful to you all Shane Powers, Jenn Hoffman, and Julie Reynard.) While there, I was never once asked by the police “why I was hit in the head with the brick.” They could visibly see I had a gash in my skull. I then received four staples to my head, watched a man get sentenced to 19 years in jail, got a ride home from the DA, and now annually have to write a letter to keep him where

#NerdsUnited: I got married during a global pandemic at the @TreasuryOnThePlaza
Talk Nerdy To Me: In this story, there will be a marriage, two (more) deaths, MIA wedding attendants, MIA parents, a botched bachelorette party, a global pandemic, and a boisterous battle cry for tits and ass.
It’s an honest tale of the reality of a pandemic wedding – and the SHEER PERSEVERANCE of

#NerdsUnited: I got engaged during the apocalypse!
Speaking of doing something I haven’t tried before, this post is going to be written not just from my perspective, but from my fiancee’s as well. Have you noticed I can’t stop using that word …

#TrueStory: I was interviewed in a murder investigation (and cried in front of Katie Couric and Will.I.Am telling them about it) PT 3
Unfortunately, (or fortunately) the detectives wheeled his body out in the middle of the night so I didn’t get to see that. Desperate for some sort of something to understand the next day, I went upstairs and saw the results of the CSI agents outside the apartment where the murder

#TrueStory: I was interviewed in a murder investigation (and cried in front of Katie Couric and Will.I.Am telling them about it) PT 2
Fifteen minutes or so went by before I heard a helicopter. I then looked outside and saw the police officer’s car, and some sort of a news crew. Combined with the helicopter I knew that I could potentially be in danger – so I reluctantly opened the door as I grabbed my phone preparing to leave in a

#Question: What is the most effective way to “get over” a murder investigation? Answer: A global pandemic
After the murder happened, my brain and body became completely catatonic. You might have seen me physically but if you asked me what was going on, I wouldn’t tell you because I couldn’t tell you. I couldn’t process the words mentally, let alone speak them.
