I mean, seriously, it's Eric Idle!

I just wouldn't have predicted my particular epic cool!fail. I still swear I could handle myself around any of the other Pythons--at least to walk out of the room at a measured pace. At the same event, though in a year previous, one of the guys we were hanging with got a chance to talk to Roseanne, and apparently all he told her was that his girlfriend was pregnant. Because it was the most important thing on his mind aside from getting to meet one of his comedy idols.

Skippy McSkipperson here:

Happy New Year, Buffistas!

See you on the other side!

I'm the worst with famous people. Luckily, I don't meet them that often!

I've met a lot of comic book legends without losing my cool, but I totally geeked when I met the drummer from X.

The upside (for my self-esteem) is that my worst reaction is to seem like I have no idea who the person is, or what they have done.

I met Robyn Hitchcock once. I said, "Is that marker permanent?" (referring to the marker he was using to autograph t-shirts.) He didn't know.

That was all I could think to say. That, or ask him what his lyric "If I was man enough I'd come on your stump" meant, but I wasn't man enough....

I'm anywhere from calm to minorly obnoxious (ask the black standup comedians that play Montreal's comedy festival--sometimes it's in jest, sometimes it's deathly serious disdain, coughSINBADcough) NORMALLY. But Eric freaking Idle? I bolted. If I lose the ability to either calmly say I think you're hot shit, or to decline to say anything at all, I need to vacate the premises.

Okay, I think I'm packed. That was anti-climactic.

Liese, I'm chalking up my crappy health (cramps and headcold) on the eve of the new year to getting it out of the way for 2010. May it be so for you & D too!

I suspect I'm having the thai coconut chicken soup for breakfast. With springrolls. And then swim and shopping and Up in the Air. I really want to see this movie.

When I have met famous people, I've usually assumed they are people I work with, since they look familiar (and all have been in city, so fairish assumption.) Which is funny, and means I am not a fannish dork, just a clueless one.

How's yours doing? K still talks about the dinner where you called Noah freaky.

I called him freaky! I don't remember that. Suffice to say, I'm not quite as excited. We have to put it off 4-5 years while I pay student loans, anyway.

I ated too much sushi. Yum

I found a gift at Costplus I (so far) have kept for myself--a maple syrup grade sampler pack--small bottles of Vermont Fancy, grade A medium amber, grade A dark amber, and Grade B. Yum