OMFG, Bruce Campbell will be there!
*swoons and passes out*
The crowning moment of my sad, pathetic little life was when he emailed me back a response to my fan-note (in which I joked about throwing my cyber-panties at him). Which I still can't believe he did. And after sending it to Sarah, I lost it! *roars*
We looooooves him. We watched Brisco County, Jr. for him!
I don't normally collect autographs, but I may have to stop by and gape at him. And buy something. I'm imagine this is going to be a spend-y weekend.
God, I would hate to be a celebrity. I mean, I'm sure doing what you love is great. The money must be nice. But having to go to events and promote and be nice to thousands of swarming fans who all say the same exact thing and want to have a personal connection with you has got to be a pain. Not to mention wrist-cramp from signing 10,000 autographs. I would love to be the special fan they are happy to meet, but I can't imagine I'd say anything they haven't heard before, and better. With less slack-jawed drooling.
Maybe I can pretend I am a masseuse, and offer them hand/wrist massages. I could carry some nice, masculine smelling lotion. And offer them relief for their imminent carpal tunnel. *daydreams*
Okay. So that's not going to happen because my outrageous and flirty self is very much in the closet when it comes to the greater public.
But wow. WOW. *excited* Um. Shit. I have to leave for SeaTac to cash in my damn voucher! *bounce*
*swoons and passes out*
The crowning moment of my sad, pathetic little life was when he emailed me back a response to my fan-note (in which I joked about throwing my cyber-panties at him). Which I still can't believe he did. And after sending it to Sarah, I lost it! *roars*
We looooooves him. We watched Brisco County, Jr. for him!
I don't normally collect autographs, but I may have to stop by and gape at him. And buy something. I'm imagine this is going to be a spend-y weekend.
God, I would hate to be a celebrity. I mean, I'm sure doing what you love is great. The money must be nice. But having to go to events and promote and be nice to thousands of swarming fans who all say the same exact thing and want to have a personal connection with you has got to be a pain. Not to mention wrist-cramp from signing 10,000 autographs. I would love to be the special fan they are happy to meet, but I can't imagine I'd say anything they haven't heard before, and better. With less slack-jawed drooling.
Maybe I can pretend I am a masseuse, and offer them hand/wrist massages. I could carry some nice, masculine smelling lotion. And offer them relief for their imminent carpal tunnel. *daydreams*
Okay. So that's not going to happen because my outrageous and flirty self is very much in the closet when it comes to the greater public.
But wow. WOW. *excited* Um. Shit. I have to leave for SeaTac to cash in my damn voucher! *bounce*
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Date: 2005-07-13 03:41 pm (UTC)Enjoy!
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