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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I use the post office at work (it's a real post office, it's just on campus) and I love it - always the same 2 people and they are great. Only issue is they don't take credit - cash or check only. But there's an ATM very near.

I'd have probably launched myself across the table and licked him.

Hee. Great stories, Barb.

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

My brain would dissolve if he did the head-duck and grin.]

I'd have probably launched myself across the table and licked him.

And of course *somebody* would have to save him . . .

I say a million APCs and stamp machines into every PO and things would work 100x better.

The main problem with my current PO is that no one can use those -- it's all international shipping and package pick-up. Now, why it takes 10 minutes to find each package is another questions.

more buildings in NY need package boxes at the mailboxes for residents. each package box has a key. the key gets left in the person's mailbox when they have a package in there. The boxes are self-locking so once the package is retrieved, the key gets left inside for the mail delivery person. I had a building in either TX or NM that had these and it worked great.

Ben Browder makes me just go completely giddy school girl. I'm embarrassed.

I feel like a dope. We have a plum tree in our front yard. With ripe, juicy plums. They're sweet and delicious and I had no idea they existed until today.

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 think for me the something was that his character spent a fair share of that movie making out with his boyfriend.

Ben Browder makes me just go completely giddy school girl. I'm embarrassed.

The problem with Ben Browder is that he is almost too awesome. I'm serious. Did you know that in addition to writing and acting, he also teaches high school track and field? And that when asked what celebrity he'd wait an hour to meet, he told a hilarious story about his encounters with Dustin Hoffman, and then concluded with saying that, seriously, he'd wait an hour to meet anyone in the audience at DragonCon.

It really doesn't help that he's better looking in person.