Have you ever had a chance to meet a celebrity?

[Mistwell]

Mostly all minor stuff....I really want to meet Kevin Smith (one of the dudes) or you know....with Thora Birch....envy.

If you go to the San Diego Comic Con, you should be able to just walk right up to him at his booth and talk for a while. He is almost always there, and will talk to anyone (though it is admittedly getting more difficult as his popularity increases).

 

[Viking Bastard]

Oh, man! And I've met you - so it's like second generation Bjork! Now that's cool.

If she has a sense of humor, point her here: http://www.brunching.com/bjorksong.html

That's pretty funny.

But since I have no idea when I'll meet her again, I can't promise anything. I'll most likely have forgotten that this song even existed by midnight.

 

[Kilmore]

My proudest celeb meeting was speaking with and shaking hands with the mighty Lemmy from Motorhead, where I complimented his drummer, Mikkey Dee, who's a nutcase.

Kilmore: Do you pump him up with Jolt cola and Snickers bars?

Lemmy: No. He does.

BTW, you may note some resemblance between my icon and the mighty one.

I've also met Dave Sim, artist for Cerebus; Sergio Aragones, probably most famous among our crowd for Groo; Kenichi Sonoda, artist and writer for Gunsmith Cats and character designer for the original Bubblegum Crisis (don't ask him about the newer one!); and shook hands with Ryu Mizuno, the mastermind of Lodoss Wars.

 

[Mistwell]

I've also met Dave Sim, artist for Cerebus; Sergio Aragones, probably most famous among our crowd for Groo; Kenichi Sonoda, artist and writer for Gunsmith Cats and character designer for the original Bubblegum Crisis (don't ask him about the newer one!); and shook hands with Ryu Mizuno, the mastermind of Lodoss Wars.

I've met Sergio (who will talk to anyone, including a plant if nobody is there to talk to him. Great guy!). However, Dave Sim I have never seen or met, but would like to. How did that go?

A friend of mine ran into his ex-wife at a lesbian gathering, and found her to be..well...interesting, in a "Yeah, I've gotta go now, g'bye" sort of way.

 

[Kilmore]

Dave Sim was polite and helpful. I showed him some comic panels and he had a lot of good advice for me.

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get into anything he did in Cerebus past Church and State. I stuck it out through Jaka's Story hoping it would get back to the adventure stories I enjoyed early on, but Melmoth was finally too much for me, and now I don't have the money to spend on comics anymore. Maybe if I start making more money I can go back and get some of his chunky books.

 

[Samnell]

This doesn't really count, but I want to bask in the glow of my much cooler semipeers like a proper loser.

When in London, my tour group's planned visit to Westminster was delayed a day because they were holding a celebration of the 50th anniversary of the national health service. Other people in my tour group (not me, I got pushed aside) got to see Tony Blair and Prince Charles going in. If we had known about the celebration beforehand, we would have waited until the next day and no one would have had a chance to see them. Being jealous, I would have rather preferred that to a day of "I saw the Prince and PM!"

Aside from that, I met the author of the first full-length history of the Purple Gang at a book signing. Either he must have had the worst editor ever to let him get away with writing like he did in that book. Sentences need verbs.

 

[Cor Azer]

Amber Benson (Tara from Buffy: the Vampire Slayer) gave me my nickname (Giggler). One of my friends cracked a joke at my expense just before I got to have my photo taken with her at a convention, and it spurred a conversation with her (usually exerted in my sig, but I have no idea if my sig will appear right now). She's an amazingly nice person to chat with; remembered my friends and I (heck, pretty much everyone at the convention) the whole weekend.

At the same convention, I met Virginia Hey (Zhaan from Farscape), and ran into Dominic Keating (Malcolm Reed from Enterprise) in a hallway.

The only music celebrity I've ever met was Wierd Al, who is amongst the funniest people I've ever spoken.

I've also met several professional athletes and smalltime Canadian television personalities (Jonathan Torrens being ythe most famous)

 

[Qlippoth]

I can't say I've met celebrities--just some random tangential moments:

I once bumped into Stephen King (while watching the Boston Marathon from Massachusetts Ave & trying to find my drunken friends);

A "friend" from a local bar used to go out with Moby (and, currently, I believe, co-owns a vegetarian restaurant in New York with him);

My housemate's brother once irritated Kevin Bacon and his wife while vacationing in upstate New York (he was partying at a neighboring house, thought that it'd be "fun" to invite the Bacons (had met them earlier that week), found his way into the house in which they were sleeping, woke them up, waved and re-introduced himself. They became angry and chased him out.).

 

[Agback]

I once shared the back seat of a Landcruiser with Thomas Keneally for about an hour.

I thought of that, and didn't remember that I have also met Nobel Prize winner Walter Oi.

Oi is blind, and had to learn economics without looking at any diagrams. That is pretty impressive. He drew diagrams for his lecture by sticking strips of magnetic plastic onto a sheet of galvanised iron. And his lecture was absolutely fantastic.

Regards,


Agback

 

[dpdx]

It didn't go too well.

So I'm tagging along with my folks at a printer's convention in Seattle, and who should be in town to play the Sonics but the umpteen-time World Champions, yooooore Chicago Bulls! (cue crappy classic rock tune, 'Twilight Zone')

This doesn't dawn on me until my brother and I hit the bars that night, looking to get our grooves on. In fact, we were there first. Girls were friendly, beer was cold...

About 10:30p, several large, tall African-American men enter. I recognize a few people (I watch WAY too much basketball), but my attention's diverted by the girl on my arm, from Montana, who dated my personal trainer, living at the time in Salem, Oregon.

So when my current beer runs out, and "Small World" is over, I walk up to the bar to reorder when Craig Hodges (still taller than me) starts telling me to back off, "he doesn't want to sign any autographs."

I stand five seven. At 22, I feared no one.

Showing my empty glass to him, I give him a response that would mortify Eric's Grandmother, ending in "... you, you one-dimensional hack, I'm getting a beer." Since the waitress station is between me and the guy he's "protecting," I look over there.

Michael Jordan is chuckling at me. So hard, in fact, he can barely breathe.

"How many you get tonight, Mike?"

"34 ."

"Nice."

"bwahahaha"

By now, I've got the bartender's attention. I order my beer, and walk back to my table. Only someone has stolen my seat - Scottie Pippen. He leaves with 'my' girl for the dance floor. I never see them again.

God, I hate the Chicago Bulls.