In my barely-used Moleskein notebook, I have listed that I should blog about the celebrity interactions I've had. Well, once again I didn't sleep for crap last night. I guess I'll try the Lunesta again, but it wasn't very effective the first go around. It is so boring being awake at night. I am not the type to get up and do productive things when I can't sleep. The fear is that I'll never fall back asleep. Ever again. Which I may not. Anyway, because of the lack of sleep and my annoying glucose level not allowing me to eat candy and cookies as often as I'd like, this is going to be a crotchety post. Therefore, the celebrity interactions of which I speak are my BAD ones. There are heaps of good ones, but these are the ones that have disappointed me.
The actuality of this blog post is that the disappointments are the celebrities who never got back to my adoring fan letters or canceled last minute at a Comic-Con appearances, so I never even got to meet them. The celebrities I've met in person have pretty much met or exceeded my expectations (at least those I pursued. Random celebrity sightings don't warrant disappointment). I'll blog about those happier times another day. For now, here are three sad tales of celebrities dissing my ass.
1. Rupert Grint. What's the deal, Rupe? I totally wrote about you adoringly in my novel (INTO THE WILD NERD YONDER), enough that one of your mega fan websites interviewed me. I wrote you a fan letter and sent you my books at your dad, Nigel Grint's, address. I even included a self-addressed stamp envelope with a British stamp on it, courtesy of my friend's mom in England! What the eff? I'm sure you're busy, but filming for the Potter films is over. Plus, how busy could you have been while you were filming Potter? I'm sure you had like eighty hours a day to just pick your butt while they changed scenes and stuff. I feel seriously dissed by the Grintster. Sigh.
2. Felicia Day and Wil Wheaton. Per suggestion of a friend, I decided to send NERD to this professionally nerdy duo, since I thought, being gamers and all, they might be interested in a book by a gamer and somewhat about gamers. I think I sent these out in the spring. Well, it's fall, people, and I never heard back from them. I don't know what I expected. Probably that they would be so excited that they'd send me a free plane ticket to L.A. and write me a guest role on The Guild. But I would have settled for a nice, short email acknowledging my existence. Where is the love?
3. Noah Hathaway. If you don't know (and you really should), Noah is the boy who played Atreyu in "The Neverending Story." Granted, he's not a boy anymore, according to his online tattooed presence. But whatever. As you may or may not know, I am a regular attendee of comic fests of all sorts, and several years ago Noah was slated to appear at the Chicago Comic-Con. I was severely giddy (and completely freaking my husband out) about meeting him. I saw TNS three times in the theater as a kid and have the dang movie memorized twelve times over. We get to the Con and are walking around, biding our time before Noah's autograph hour, when an announcement over the wonky loud speaker informed us that Noah Hathaway canceled his appearance. Did anyone else there care? Who knows? Was I traumatized for life? Perhaps. It takes so little.
Anybody else out there have some disappointing, unrequited star moments? Lay 'em on me.