You could ask him what he's working on now. That'd probably fill about 10 minutes all by itself.
'The Message'
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[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls and The Inside), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
If I won a phone call from Tim we could wish each other happy birthdays
aurelia, I see on imdb that Tim's birthday is Oct. 29th, 1963 (assuming imdb is correct, which it isn't always). Is that your birthday too? Mine is Oct. 24th, 1963.... so I suppose when the stars were aligning, they decided to drop all the creativity in his direction, hmmm? (Not to speak for you, of course. Just me.)
I just heard a teaser for a piece on Fiona Apple on Morning Edition tomorrow.
Something about fans sending thousands of foam apples to the record company sitting on the album.
I had a brief image of Allyson's head exploding had she been within 500 feet of that fan campaign.
At least foam apples won't rot in the mailroom.
There is that.
aurelia, I see on imdb that Tim's birthday is Oct. 29th, 1963 (assuming imdb is correct, which it isn't always). Is that your birthday too?
Mine is the 28th which is the start date for the phone call window.
Honestly, I can't imagine many things less enjoyable than winning a phone call with a celebrity so I could have an awkward contest-mandated conversation with them. And anything I want to say to Tim I can just post here, where the ability to compose and edit my thoughts beforehand seriously lowers the impression of doofushood I'd otherwise give.
Matt, I've met you uncomposed, and your doofushooditude quotient seemed small.
I don't get why people would be nervous to talk to Tim. He's just a dude sitting in his jammies, smoking and surfing the 'net.
Which is EXACTLY what I plan to do with my evening.
We have so much in common.
My track record of having intelligent conversation with people I admire is not good. I did once have a lovely evening with Berke Breathed, marred only with the introductory, "Oh my god, I love Opus, and I'm sorry I violated your copyright to make the posters." On the other hand, I ate dinner with Robert and Gini Heinlein and I'm not sure I managed to get out both nouns and verbs. Usually I end up saying something like, "Boy, I like your stuff" or "Sorry about that cancellation" and then shuffling off.