Spammy goodness

I haven't had this much to say in a while. Bear with me.

The highlight of my life happened earlier this week (graduation and a whole lot of other things aside): I went to an evening of play readings, and I met Tom Stoppard. Not only did I meet Sir Tom, I shook his hand, thanked him for writing "Rock 'N' Roll," and received his thanks for being a fan and coming to that night's event (not his play). I wrote to my thesis advisor today:

As I walked into the theater, I spotted an older gentleman taking a cigarette break. It was Sir Tom, hunkered down on the low stone wall, having a conversation with a young woman. I dithered for a minute, and then interrupted them as politely as possible to introduce myself, and say how much I'd liked RnR. When I added that I'd written my thesis about him, he responded, "Oh...I'm so sorry."

I refrained from replying that he should be, and that my advisor and I had decided he was one of the most difficult authors about whom to write coherently. Ever. Unfortunately, I didn't get to tell him my witty title -- while I'm sure he'd appreciate the punningly awesome humor of "S. Gone Wilde," at the time he clearly just wanted to finish his cigarette and pre-show conversation. Huge thanks are due to Marty Seeger, without whose prompting I probably would have just walked past him and squee'd quietly to myself. Yay, Marty! Also, if anyone cares, the plays were quite good.

( The part of the post without celebrity knights )

Raaaahhh, LJ! It's not my fault your clocks are two hours ahead! Why won't you just let me post?!