Nope. Just the one in Bela.

Curses!

scurries off to edit.

Five people paid $2,500 each. If I was Jared, I would be embarrassed that people paid that much to be with me.

stares

I just can't wrap my head around that. I mean, I think the boys seem charming, and I love the hell out of their performances, and I am an obsessive geeky fangirl, and theoretically, in a universe where my cool did not instantly desert me and I were not suddenly reduced to a shy puddle of stammering shyness from the planet shy, and where I could just be normal, I'd love to randomly bump into them in Starbucks with a friend of a friend, or something, and have the chance to ask them about acting and their ambitions and suchlike. In a nonstalkery manner.

But paying two and a half thousand dollars to hang out with them?

Wow.

I'm trying to think if there is anyone I would pay cash money to hang out with. Given that we're talking a donation of money to charity, I presume? Which is a nice thing to do, and makes the whole situation a bit less horrendously awkward and protitutionlike, but only a tiny bit less. Er. (In a world where I HAD big piles of cash to randomly give to worthy causes.)

thinks hard

Michael Palin? Probably yeah, in fact. Terry Pratchett? Hmm. Maybe. Johnny Depp? Hugh Jackman? Nah. Judy Dench? Possibly. Janeane Garofalo? Don't think so. Ooh, Nina Simone I would've, maybe, before she shuffled off this mortal coil. Joss? Nope. Karen Armstrong? Maybe, actually. Stephen Fry? Yeah, probably. Will Smith? Oooh...tempting. Maybe.

I mean, there are lots of people whom it would be nice to meet randomly and have a chat with, in a situation where somehow one wasn't just a gushing fan, either because their creative work has moved you, or because they have big and spicy brains. Er, sort of like the premise of Notting Hill, I suppose, but without the shmoopy romance and with more of the inebriated dinner party blatherings. But I can't see how it can be anything but horrifyingly embarrassing for everyone involved, if you've handed over a big chunk of money to get to have dinner with an actor.

thinks

I suppose you'd just have to inhale a bottle of wine and hope that alcohol would help ameliorate the embrassment factor, and that fun and interesting conversation would somehow trump the awkwardness. And make sure you didn't puke on anyone.

I'm trying to think if there is anyone I would pay cash money to hang out with. Given that we're talking a donation of money to charity, I presume? Which is a nice thing to do, and makes the whole situation a bit less horrendously awkward and protitutionlike, but only a tiny bit less. Er. (In a world where I HAD big piles of cash to randomly give to worthy causes.)

Pretty sure it wasn't, actually. Which is the only way on earth I could imagine myself doing somehting like that. As it is? Not enough no in the world.

I love my Fourth Wall.

My Fourth Wall is my friend. My Fourth Wall means I have absolutely no desire to meet and greet 'em.

Also, it means I can serve as the designated adult for any and all random club acts my friends choose to go to, so that they don't attempt to abscond with the tiny lead vocalists.

I figure, if I can sit slamming strong drinks in a bar while VickyT (who comes in near the top of the list for Top Ten Reasons to Keep Your Nails Filed) walks by less than two feet from me and remain cheerfully seated, I can withstand any and all temptation.

Pretty sure it wasn't, actually.

!!!

Oh! Crumbs. Wow.

So their agents are just straight-up pimping them out for cash? That's...really quite squicky. But I guess they're okay with it, so, whatever.

I figure, if I can sit slamming strong drinks in a bar while VickyT (who comes in near the top of the list for Top Ten Reasons to Keep Your Nails Filed) walks by less than two feet from me and remain cheerfully seated, I can withstand any and all temptation.

Brava!

eta

I noticed, towards the end of the Ghost Ship ep, when Sam was reading out some random Latin invocation type thing, that he appeared to list several angels at the start, including Castiel. Although I suppose it could just have been those syllables happening to be next to each other in a coincidental fashion.

I'm a hoor and will talk to anyone. I was verbally restrained from starting a conversation with Victor Webster, and I'm still mad I listened to my stupid friend.

But he was in back of me at Caffe Urth. Not actually spending money on anyone. Well, okay, maybe Nelson Mandela. But it should go to charity.

Having clicked on the link, I'm pretty fucking mad on your behalf, love.

I don't really have much desire to meet any of them, but I think I'd rather spend time with Jim Beaver or Mischa Collins than JA or JP. They seem like they've lived more interesting lives, somehow.

I am in some danger of developing a crush on Misha Collins, between the White House and the poetry and the acting and the pretty. And Jim Beaver strikes me as pretty damn awesome and seems to have had a fascinating life, if his 25 Things mememe the other day was anything to go by. Him, I would totally buy coffee.

Yeah, I would be perfectly happy to shoot the shit with Jim Beaver for hours.

Jensen seems like maybe more of an email person, you know? If you could get him talking about roles he'd like to take on, or photography, or music, he'd probably be pretty expansive, but in person, he seems very shy.

Jared, well, I just want to pet his head. And, okay, maybe some other things, but not so much with the conversation.