The Pandemic Soul

After a long dry-spell this winter (I guess celebrities don’t go outside in the cold?), I’ve started seeing a bunch of celebrities again. Recently, it was Norm from the first Real World in New York, then Hulk Hogan at the airport, and now one of my all-time favorite guys: Nathan Fillion.

Of everyone that I’ve seen in-and-around Los Angeles, this is the one celebrity I wish I had done the uncouth “I’m a geeky fanboy, will you sign my face?!” move for. He’s such a cool guy (reference his filmography!), and I’m a total die-hard Firefly fan. After walking away, I thought of a half-dozen appropriate, “I’m a cool fan” greetings I could have used. Hrmph. I suppose it’s best that I didn’t, though, as we were on a rather stretch of sidewalk that’s highly trafficked, in front of La Poubelle at the corner of Bronson and Franklin in Franklin Village, and it probably would have been completely awkward. I nonetheless feel the need to express my gratitude and geekyness to one of the hunkier gods of sci-fi. If you’re out there Nathan, I’m the guy who was wearing the blue-and-yellow sweatshirt walking the world’s cutest dog! Couldn’t have missed me!

I guess I’m going to have to spend some time making a list of celebrities I would totally approach (probably most of the people from BSG, Star Trek, or Firefly) and prepare appropriate methods of telling them how, if I have the opportunity before they can realize what I’m doing, I’m going to tear their clothes off and weave them into bedsheets and washcloths. That way if this happens again, I won’t be complaining about a missed opportunity.