Supernatural 2: Why is it our job to save everybody?
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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.
See, in my imaginary get-to-ask-the-people-questions scenario there, it's
acting
that I'd like to talk with them. Particularly Jensen. 'Cause he's so bloody good. And, God knows, I am not trying to draw pathetic comparisons between my own amateur acting and these professional people with their big shiny successful careers, but I fucking LOVE acting, I really do - love it like writing, love the whole submerse-yourself-in-telling-someone's-story-with-integrity thing. I'd like to know what they think about various playwrights, and about directing and stuff. And, jings, Jim Beaver got to be on
Deadwood,
and I have a mighty love for the writing on that show. It was some of the most gorgeous, lyrical stuff I've seen on TV. And Collins is evidently bright and likes words, which gets him a lot of brownie points. And Jensen - yes, okay, sure, the camera loves him, and it's hard to get past the pretty (because, Hello Pretty), but he brings so much nuance to what he does on SPN. It's like watching Rosenbaum on SV back in the day, with some pretty cruddy scripts being lifted way above their deserts, and not a word being thrown away.
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I feel bad for not fangirling Jared, because I like what he does and he seems like a nice guy, and he's a nummy treat and all but - apparently I'm not fangirling Jared. But I'm sure he's lovely.
Stephen Fry? Yeah, probably.
Oh yes. I picked up Moab Is My Washpot in Amsterdam and totally inhaled it. What spicy brains!
Ahem. And I feel comfortable going completely off-topic like this because I too am all "Oh Dean!" But just saying, "Yes, everything Fay said" gets a little old, so I left that out this time.
I think $2,500 is more than I'd pay to meet anyone unless they were going to be handing me a cooler with donor organs for a sick relative at the meet-n-greet.
Is it the principle or the amount? Would you pay five bucks to meet them? (Assume, that unlike this case the five bucks was for a charity or good cause you approved of.)
The principle is a little dodgy because of the awkwardness, but I've done things like buy a convention ticket that included one of those musical tables evenings with actors. But I wouldn't pay more for that than I would for a good dinner in a white tablecloth resturant. Certainly not well into four figures.
If I could be promised that the rest of the meal guests would be buffistas or buffista-esque, I'd be more interested (at a reasonable cost). Just the idea of sharing a meal with rabid fangirls (with or without the celeb) makes me shiver.
But really, if I were to put out money to spend time with a celeb, I'd rather do something more interactive than share a meal (hush, get your mind out of the gutter). I'm thinking bowling, or horseback riding, or getting personal commentary on a movie. I don't know - I just know my shyness would assert itself and I'd need something simple to talk about. Maybe that only makes sense in my head.
If I could be promised that the rest of the meal guests would be buffistas or buffista-esque, I'd be more interested (at a reasonable cost). Just the idea of sharing a meal with rabid fangirls (with or without the celeb) makes me shiver.
Bingo. At the meet&greet I went to after a MCR show, I spent the waiting time offering up silent prayers to whatever PTB was listening that the screamy-teeny fangirls next to me didn't do anything inappropriate.
I think $2,500 is more than I'd pay to meet anyone unless they were going to be handing me a cooler with donor organs for a sick relative at the meet-n-greet.
Oh, no, I'm totally with you there. I mean, if it were somebody I really thought it would be fun to have dinner with, and that social skills would trump awkwardness - say Stephen Fry or Terry Pratchett - then I'd maybe go up to, eh, twenty quid. Maybe thirty. If it were for charity. If it were just a monetary exchange, then I don't think anything could ameliorate the squick, but if it were a fundraiser for a good cause, then I could see that.
So any hypothesising involving a large cash sum would also mean I was, you know, Bill Gates rich.
I spent the waiting time offering up silent prayers to whatever PTB was listening that the screamy-teeny fangirls next to me didn't do anything inappropriate.
Sadly, it's not screamy-teenies to worry about. I was at a con in London, and a middle-aged woman asked Michael Shanks of Stargate for a "cheeky hug". Poor guy, not knowing what a "cheeky hug" was, said okay. He hugged her and she grabbed his derriere. Needless to say, he was a bit startled.
I take my hat off to the other Brits in the audience; they laid into her afterwards. At a Q & A, one graciously and publicly apologized to Michael Shanks on behalf of the rest of her countrymen in attendance. He graciously accepted, while the Cheeky Hugger was too embarrassed to show her face again.