I would like a partner who is handy, because my "Honey do" list is getting very long.

I have several friends with professionally handy husbands, and they all swear by it.

Barb, it's like he's all torso. Just long and fit and oh my.

Barb, it's like he's all torso. Just long and fit and oh my.

::fans self::

Lord have mercy. Mind you, I'm not one to go googly over celebrities or pretty men-- I mean, I carried on a conversation about theatre with Tony Head and sat across from James Marsters at dinner and debated Shakespeare, but there is just something about that man that has turned my crank for years. Ever since the movie adaptation of Danielle Steel's Family Album.

I'd love to sit and talk to him, but I'm afraid it would be the one time in my life I'd become completely tongue tied.

I carried on a conversation about theatre with Tony Head and sat across from James Marsters at dinner and debated Shakespeare

Buh? Stories, please, missy!

Tom Felton

*GASP!!*

There's a discussion on Gothamist about worst Post Offices in NYC and someone used the phrase "Kafkaesque time toilet" OMG, that is the perfect description for soe of the POs here.

Joe Flanigan is pretty. And tall. And nice to touch. *cough*

Killing me here. How am I expected to focus on work? Well, I just won't then.

It's funny -- I haven't had a terrible experience with NYC post offices. I guess I was warmed up well by living in DC first. The line may be long and slow, but I've never seen workers like in DC -- they both hated me and had apparently just started working there that very minute.

I have been at the PO in Morningside Heights with the workers yelling in fights with each other, and then equally annoyed when the customers would interupt them wanting service. I say a million APCs and stamp machines into every PO and things would work 100x better.

Buh? Stories, please, missy!

Hm... they're really not much-- with Tony Head, I was helping to organize a fan & comic con that took place in Baltimore several years back. The con organizers were idiots, but the group I was with helped to organize the panels and such-- we were able to get Tony Head as the big name. The day he did his panel it was me and a couple other people herding him from place to place. When we got lunch, he just sat and ate with us and we had a great conversation about theatre and crab cakes.

With James, that was funny-- when Lewis had his RPG comapny, we'd go to all the gaming cons-- one year, James was one of the big guests at GenCon. They organizers raffled off the opportunity for six people to go to dinner with him-- the proceeds were going to arts education, so I bought twenty bucks worth of tickets and thought nothing else of it. (By contrast, there were people who bought $2K worth of tickets in hopes of getting dinner with him.) To my surprise, mine was one of the tickets pulled. I debated giving it up, but as I went up to the stage to talk to the raffle MC, I had people pulling at me, offering me five hundred bucks for my ticket and begging me to exchange it for rare comics and God knows what all else. At that point I figured I might as well go-- if anything, it would give him one sane person to talk to.

At dinner that night, they led us to the table at the restaurant in the hotel-- while the fangirls elbowed each other trying to get to the chairs on either side of where he'd be sitting, I walked around to the other side and seated myself right across from his chair. And the irony of the whole thing was after all the elbowing and wrestling to get prime seats, no one could muster a single word to say to him, it seemed like, except for me and my big mouth. And because I had the advantage in terms of eye contact, we pretty much conversed all through dinner. I'd pipe down, to try to let the others get a word in edgewise, but they'd sit there like lumps, so he just kept talking to me. He's funny as hell, with a foul sense of humor. Totally charming and good-natured guy-- didn't even bat an eyelash when I teased him about automatically doing the Spike suck-in of the cheeks for photographs-- he just laughed and said, "Shit, that's what happens when your molars fucking rot out."

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