I Didn't Meet Neil Gaiman
Nov. 6th, 2008 11:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skywaterblue...but I did go to his reading, and it was pretty great. Especially the bit where we wrote out cards, and I decided to fluff mine off by writing down 'the ubiquitous Doctor Who question' and then doodling a picture of David Tennant, never expecting him to actually answer it. After all, it wasn't really a question so much as a statement with a certain flair.
And then he read the card as 'Oh, this one says it's the ubiquitous Doctor Who question and they've doodled a picture of David Tennant at the bottom. My answer is the usual vague avoidance.'
And as soon as he answered I was distressingly pleased that my doodle was recognizable, and then sad because I remembered the REAL QUESTION I had wanted to ask. (Which is frankly, just as terrible and embarrassing as what I did ask, so lah dee dah.)
According to the man himself, very few people were at the signing and so it was the loveliest one he's been to in ages because he got to talk to everyone. SIGH.
They were having an afterparty, which I think is highly ironic. I don't really see Neil Gaiman as an ultra-lounge sort of fellow. It was 75 dollars, and I could have gone and am feeling the slight twinge of regret that I didn't impulse purchase it. But if I had gone, I would have wanted drinks, and I didn't have a car with me to get to Mandalay Bay... etc.
Speaking of funny, I ran into Abby![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
canenero, who I haven't seen in person for ages and we spent the whole time catching up -- even though there wasn't much catching up to do since we read one another's journals. Her mom bought me a signed copy of "The Graveyard Book", so in the end I did get signed stuff, just not the signed thing I wanted. It warmed my heart to see them.
And then he read the card as 'Oh, this one says it's the ubiquitous Doctor Who question and they've doodled a picture of David Tennant at the bottom. My answer is the usual vague avoidance.'
And as soon as he answered I was distressingly pleased that my doodle was recognizable, and then sad because I remembered the REAL QUESTION I had wanted to ask. (Which is frankly, just as terrible and embarrassing as what I did ask, so lah dee dah.)
According to the man himself, very few people were at the signing and so it was the loveliest one he's been to in ages because he got to talk to everyone. SIGH.
They were having an afterparty, which I think is highly ironic. I don't really see Neil Gaiman as an ultra-lounge sort of fellow. It was 75 dollars, and I could have gone and am feeling the slight twinge of regret that I didn't impulse purchase it. But if I had gone, I would have wanted drinks, and I didn't have a car with me to get to Mandalay Bay... etc.
Speaking of funny, I ran into Abby
canenero, who I haven't seen in person for ages and we spent the whole time catching up -- even though there wasn't much catching up to do since we read one another's journals. Her mom bought me a signed copy of "The Graveyard Book", so in the end I did get signed stuff, just not the signed thing I wanted. It warmed my heart to see them.
