akasanata said: The more I know about you, the less I feel I actually know you, if that makes sense
...it’s the tomato thing, isn’t it. So much for my blending-in-with-humans disguise. :D :D
kernezelda said: I like your random facts, and I would trust you to save me if I were drowning, and I would not feed you tomatoes, not even delicious fried green ones. And oooh, Neil Gaiman!
...I would absolutely rescue you! And then we can have a tomato-less celebratory meal. And Neil is very lovely and a very good sport! That was the same conference where - so there’s a tradition of having creative writers submit 2-minute short plays and people perform them on the final night, usually silly or humorous, all for good fun, and obviously we’re academics and authors, not actors! - anyway, Neil, being an excellent sport, agreed to perform in three of them. I have pictures somewhere of Neil menacing academics on stage with a...I think it was a toy squirt gun? I think he was being a bank robber?
ahnjunae-blog said: I’m jealous you got to meet @neil-gaiman I guess that’s why I love your work so much!
...so my Neil story is, at the aforementioned conference, I was - being a grad student - being the volunteer/unpaid labor, and running around Doing Things all day. And I kept running into Neil. Sometimes while working - like, if I was checking on a room set-up, and he came in, which happened a couple of times - and obviously when he did his talk and signing, but also just randomly so much. On an escalator. In the hotel coffee bar. Outside a restroom. In a hallway after a panel. Finally - this was after like...maybe the tenth time, and as I recall I was leaving a conference room as he was coming in and we encountered each other in the doorway...I did the nervous laugh thing (still a baby grad student!) and said something like, “We’ve got to stop meeting like this!” To which Neil said, “I think at this point we’re practically married!” and I just about fainted. And then other people walked in. And that is my Neil Gaiman story, which he probably doesn’t even remember, but I definitely do.










