My dream came real today.
I was at ottawa comiccon, and I noticed a wizard, all in red. And he had a scraggily hat. And I hoped. I hoped for Rincewind. And then he turned some more, and he had a fuzzy orangy brown thing on his back. Impossibility. It was an orang-utan. And my hope turned real when he turned to face me, and I read the word "wizzard" across his hat.
It was Rincewind, in the flesh, with the librarian!! I gasped. I choked up. I ran.
I said "excuse me, Rincewind?"
And Rincewind turned around, a broad grin on his face. And in that moment the disc was real, and we were flying through space on a disc on the back of four giant elephants riding on the back of the great a'tuin the space turtle. And my heart was so impossibly, dangerously full, that I forgot how to talk.
I managed, "Can we take cameras?" And waved my cellphone at him. And Rincewind replied to me, "Oh yes, of course! Nobody ever knows who I am!"
A lovely gentleman volunteered to take our picture. I got three pictures with Rincewind. And I said thank you and went back to sit down, re-entered the round world.
I texted everyone in all caps "I JUST MET RINCEWIND!!!" And then I posted on Facebook and bluesky. I met an actor i love today. I posted about him once. I posted about Rincewind 7 times since I met him. What's an actor to a dream, to an impossibility? My hands are still shaking.
