Well, for the record, I'm very much not me around folk like Eric Idle. Then I bolt, as is sensible. But mostly I'm okay.

Say no more.

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Well, for the record, I'm very much not me around folk like Eric Idle. Then I bolt, as is sensible. But mostly I'm okay.

Dude. Eric Idle. Only Cleese would be more nerve-wracking for me. Billy Connolly is the only bigger deal for me, but the scottishness makes him more approachable.

Yeah, I get star-struck. I should strike more stars and get over it.

I decided that Michael Palin might be worse than Eric Idle, because he's hot as well as insanely funny.

I'm not sure about John Cleese.

Back from Comic Con. Saw our Tim, who was handsome and funny and smmmmart as always.

Highlights. Want highlights. And not for hair.

I thought long and hard, came up with a good question, stood in line, and then the guy in front of me was the last question. Grrrrrr.

Argh!

Now Tim will never know how brilliant my question was, and it's lost to the world.

I second the "tell us." Tim's never here lately anyway, so it would still be safe for future askage.

There should be a rule that I get to gun down people who get up to the mike and say, "I have a comment, a 17 part question, a rebuttal, and a script idea."

Another positive vote. Another glare.

Wasn't really any highlights. Nothing spectacularly interesting happened. It was nice to see and hug the ME staff and tell them I was so proud of them. 'Cept Joss. He's crowd magnet guy. So I'm Joss avoidant. I saw him walking alone earlier, in peace, and let him be, of course.

My question for Tim was, "What inspired your gift for slaughtering beloved characters at just. the. right. moment. for maximum pain?"

No, wait, that wasn't it at all. I told Polgara. She may remember.

There should be a rule that I get to gun down people who get up to the mike and say, "I have a comment, a 17 part question, a rebuttal, and a script idea."

While sitting in Q&As at cons, wincing in embarrassment for all fan-kind when people who do stuff like this get to the mic, I always propose that we create a fannish SWAT team. They stand before the microphones, screen the questions, and take down people as necessary.

SWAT: What's your question, ma'am?
Fangurl1: Um, well, um. I was going to ask Spike to take off his shirt?
SWAT: First of all, his name is James Marsters, and he is an actor, not a vampire or an exotic dancer. Second, WE HAVE CODE RED. I REPEAT, CODE RED.

t two SWAT team members take Fangurl1 by the arms and haul her to the back of the room

SWAT: Next! What's your question, ma'am?
Fangurl7: Um. I was going to ask about commentary tracks and special features on the Wonderfalls DVDs?
SWAT: You may pass Go and collect your 200 Not-A-Crazyhead dollars. Have a nice day.

SWAT: Next! What's your question, sir?
Fanboi3: Um, I have a question in three parts.
SWAT: Elucidate or die.
Fanboi3: Well, the first part is about Tru Calling and whether it's been renewed, and if so, that's the second part, because I have this spec script --
SWAT: You have chosen unwisely.
Fanboi3: And I think that if Eliza would just talk to me, she'd see that I'm --
SWAT: CODE RED. TAKE HIM DOWN, NOW NOW NOW!

Ah, shrift is remembering the "Lick me, Mick" incident. And I wish I didn't.

shrift: reducing the squirmy discomfort in fandom by 11,000%!

Elucidate or die.

Such a good motto.

Elucidate or die.

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