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Mar. 16th, 2010
Writer's Block: Brush with stardom
Mar. 16th, 2010 07:30 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
Assuming deliberately meeting celebs at conventions doesn't count, my only "daily life" encounter that I recall was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mammallamadevil and I leaving an Office Depot just as Colin Powell was coming in.
Given that no words were exchanged nor doors held in either direction, it was a pretty dull encounter.
As for meeting media stars, I've met a fair number over the years. Some have been great, some have been jerks. They's just people. :)
-The Gneech
Assuming deliberately meeting celebs at conventions doesn't count, my only "daily life" encounter that I recall was
mammallamadevil and I leaving an Office Depot just as Colin Powell was coming in.Given that no words were exchanged nor doors held in either direction, it was a pretty dull encounter.
As for meeting media stars, I've met a fair number over the years. Some have been great, some have been jerks. They's just people. :)
-The Gneech
Fictionlet
Mar. 16th, 2010 10:14 am"Wait a minute..." muttered Greg. "Why, you sneaky so-and-so!"
"What?" said Brigid, from across the room.
"I got it! I got it!" Greg said, brandishing a newspaper at her. "See, it's not just down and across. Each of these smaller boxes also go from one to nine! That makes it much easier. You don't have to keep track of the whole puzzle all at once, just each one of these!"
Brigid blinked at the half-finished sudoku puzzle Greg was enthusing over. "Congratulations," she said. "You've mastered a rudimentary concept known to a bazillion retirees worldwide. Maybe you'd like to walk up to McDonalds for some coffee and a rousing game of checkers."
"Fine," said Greg, turning his back to her. "Just for that, I'm not going to tell you the answer to today's Super-Scramble."
-The Gneech
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"What?" said Brigid, from across the room.
"I got it! I got it!" Greg said, brandishing a newspaper at her. "See, it's not just down and across. Each of these smaller boxes also go from one to nine! That makes it much easier. You don't have to keep track of the whole puzzle all at once, just each one of these!"
Brigid blinked at the half-finished sudoku puzzle Greg was enthusing over. "Congratulations," she said. "You've mastered a rudimentary concept known to a bazillion retirees worldwide. Maybe you'd like to walk up to McDonalds for some coffee and a rousing game of checkers."
"Fine," said Greg, turning his back to her. "Just for that, I'm not going to tell you the answer to today's Super-Scramble."
-The Gneech
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next B&G -->
Fictionlet
Mar. 16th, 2010 10:14 amOriginally published at gneech.com. You can comment here or there.
“Wait a minute…” muttered Greg. “Why, you sneaky so-and-so!”
“What?” said Brigid, from across the room.
“I got it! I got it!” Greg said, brandishing a newspaper at her. “See, it’s not just down and across. Each of these smaller boxes also go from one to nine! That makes it much easier. You don’t have to keep track of the whole puzzle all at once, just each one of these!”
Brigid blinked at the half-finished sudoku puzzle Greg was enthusing over. “Congratulations,” she said. “You’ve mastered a rudimentary concept known to a bazillion retirees worldwide. Maybe you’d like to walk up to McDonalds for some coffee and a rousing game of checkers.”
“Fine,” said Greg, turning his back to her. “Just for that, I’m not going to tell you the answer to today’s Super-Scramble.”
-The Gneech
