So, my cousin is engaged, and I looked up his fiancee, and she's an artist, and I really like her work! Unfortunately she seems to be doing well enough that she is probably not in my price range. [link]

Love it! Maybe there's a family discount?

I always want to buy more art even though a)I have no space for it, and b) can't afford it. As it is, most of my art comes from art school sales and etsy.

My work is so dysfunctional in many ways, but the core group of people I work with has been pretty great, until recently. Last spring, they hired someone new, and she seemed to fit in well. However, she's having a tough time learning the ropes and masks this with a attitude of "there's nothing you can teach me" and blames everyone else for their errors, which just makes things worse. She now doesn't speak to one of my coworkers at all, and barely speaks to the other. I am the only one speaking to all three...it is awkward.

(I can't even begin to go into the clusterfuck that is being reorganized to a different department while physically staying in the old department, or having a boss who avoids all contact with staff or colleagues and yet decides your priorities for the year.)

Timelies all!

Only place I've encountered celebrities(for definitions of celebrity that include mid-list authors) is conventions.

Speaking of celebs, I just heard that our friend Andy (prop dude) worked on a closed set all this week. Closed because the scene they were working on was DANIEL CRAIG TAKING A SHOWER. Holy Effing God.

All my work related brushes with fame have to do with theatre and are all Canadian celebrity related. Nothing too exciting. I did meet Don Davis (Scully's father) once. He was the upstairs neighbor to the crusty old Scot I had to dress every night. And I worked on a theatre festival with Torquil from Stars. He seemed incorrigible when I first met him, but turned out to be very lovely. I met Bruno Gerussi briefly...that would only matter to Canadians of a certain age.

My favorite celeb encounter was meeting Mr. Hooper when I was eleven. I got his autograph and everything!

that's a pretty minor brush with fame, I have to admit.

My old roommate Matthew and I used to collect minor brushes with fame. The more minor and the more distant the connection the more points you scored. He grew up a Hollywood kid (his dad was an agent) so he actually met a lot of very famous movie stars, but that garnered him far fewer points than going to a kid's birthday party with Kelley Deal (Kim's sister in The Breeders) when he was 11.

The two highest profile encounters I've had are probably interviewing the British Prime Minister and making out with the boy band member.

Let's see - James Carville called to speak with an old roommate once; she wasn't home, and I was on with my mother. He was... terse. Sister of kid from On Golden Pond was my freshman year RA.

Oh, and I got to be in the shake hands line as Clinton was getting on the helicopter to take him from the White House to Andrews once thanks to said roommate. That was fun. And got to peek inside the Oval Office, but not step in, and it was empty, of course. Weren't really supposed to do that, but she was a charmer, that one.

I tend to not have celebrity encounters! Unless Pete and Jilli count, in which case, I have them on a regular basis.

I like it that way. Fourth wall, and all.

I met the props mistress for SPN at a memorial, though. It seems somehow fitting.

I nearly ran James Carville and his King Charles Spaniels down on my bike once.

Marie Osmond threw up in an elevator we were riding in together.

I've actually had loads of celebrity encounters, but nothing amazing.