I might as well start this one off here, considering where the previous series is going.
So, yeah, here it is. Expect more of this in the future.
So… an autograph would be the way to go here, people. I mean I realize fully well that there is no market for those, lol, at least from me, but seriously, guys. And I suppose that one of those wouldn’t be as impactful on me as… what happened today, but it would be I think the humane, civilized way to handle meeting me, if I mean that much to you.
Of course it would baffle my parents, haha, but still.
I think. I’m verrrrrry famous, I know, much more so than probably half my girlfriends, certainly moreso than at least 90% of them, if counted up through the course of my life, but my fame is… of the underground, subconscious variety. And people accustomed to that way of thinking tend to not be as interested in the trappings of “normal” fame. Like autographs. Case in point: me.
Hmmn. I suppose that as an unusual celebrity I should come to expect unusual fan interactions, even if they come in the form of, say, a medical professional with an “in” when it comes to my daily activities because he reads my blog, or like some other kind of strange blindside.
Soooo… ok, then. We’ll talk about this later.
But remember: autographs, people. At least consider them. Thank you for your consideration.