Well, since I’m in Dublin and, as Rob pointed out, there’s no point in having an adventure if you’re not going to do adventuresome things, I called up to see if there were any tickets left for the Neil Gaiman interview next Tuesday. There weren’t, of course, but I got myself put on a waitlist just in case, and if space comes open I’ll go listen to Neil’s interview, not so much because I’m a particular fan of his writing so much as I like him as a person quite tremendously, at least from his blog and from all my friends who actually know him and who say he’s swell. Also, Marith says he’s insanely attractive in person and I’d like to verify that. (His opinion is that he’s not, really, but then, he’s not his type, he says.) :)
I had something else I’d been going to say, but it’s slipped my tiny little mind. Oh, I know. I think today’s Rodney’s birthday. Heather or Jai, either of you have an email address for him anymore?
Well, having had dinner with the man, he doesn’t radiate “sex” so much as “daddy”. This may tell you more about my psyche than about Neil, I admit.
On the other hand, his hugs are world-class.