'Out Of Gas'
[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.
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.
Matt, I've met you uncomposed, and your doofushooditude quotient seemed small.
Ah, but you've never talked to me on the phone, a method of communications that I believe should be reserved for 911 calls and reports of impending family funerals. I'm definitely not at my best with a handset at my ear. But thanks for the kind words.
I was also helped immensely by thinking of you as a friend, and thus someone I need not be nervous around. Joss, on the other hand, if he remembers me at all from PBPs probably thinks of me as that guy that dodged handlers from an assisted living institution to babble at him incoherently.
If Tim and I could have coffee and cigarettes, I could talk. I'd spend a bid-for phone call either hushing my kids, or yelling at them to get off the extension.