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[ivyfic]

I am now going to post something that will make trakkie extremely jealous.

I went to I-Con yesterday and today. This morning, jethrien, chuckro and I got there a bit before nine o'clock, and since we were insanely early (panels start at ten), and since chuckro and I were panelists this year, we went to hang out in the green room. We were sitting there, chatting, eating our breakfast, and I look over and JAMIE BAMBER IS SITTING AT THE NEXT TABLE.

AAIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Since I am a calm, cool, collected adult, we continued our conversation as normal. Which was all about the fact that I was an accidental bully as a child. Jamie Bamber kept looking over at us, possibly because I am loud. Or possibly because chuckro said, "Honey, you never told me the story about the camera up your butt." (Jethrien would like me to add that this was when she was three. ETA: Jethrien's clarification in comments.)

After a while, we calmly left and I kept my staring to a minimum. I did not talk to Jamie Bamber for two reasons. One, he was in the green room. The rest of the con he has to deal with squealing fangirls; I respect his right to a space without that. Two, I probably would have said something like this:

"Mr. Bamber, I'm a big fan of your work. I especially liked you in Scarlet Pimpernel. There was some really great ass--I mean acting!--in that."

Comments

[sasha-b.livejournal.com]

OMG, I would have had such a hard time not saying something to him.

"We miss Archie sooooooooooooo much!!! *squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeal!*"

:p

[jethrien.livejournal.com]

I was three, and having rather nasty intestinal problems. This was a medicinal camera up the butt in a hospital, complete with fasting, doctors, and the scary paper gowns that flap in the breeze.

I did get a My Little Pony out of the deal, though.

[ivy03.livejournal.com]

I know! But the man looked tired and I ddin't want to gush all over his morning coffee. Plus, I have a strict celebrity non-interaction policy, which is really a strict not make ass of self in public policy.

Now, if it had been Ioan...

[gryphonrose.livejournal.com]

"A medicinal camera"? You mean it was like a suppository, or somehow therapeutic in and of itself?
:)
BTW, it was nice to finally meet you in person.

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

How funny! I was just watching Horatio Hornblower with my mother today. And then, of course, the season three finale of BSG tonight.

Well, good on you for holding your cool...sorta. I, too, have a celebrity non-interaction policy for much the same reason as you. I have a deathly fear of opening my mouth to say how much I appreciate a lauded, notable actor's nuanced and incisive performance and instead saying, "I want to have sex with you, and I will do anything you want if you have sex with me." Or words to that effect. Because that's really what would happen. I would mean to congratulate them on being awesome and really go "DO ME" and scare them far, far away.

[justcomeinalone.livejournal.com]

AWWWW. Silly lass, you could've at least said hi and that you're a fan and hten left him alone again. :-P

[justcomeinalone.livejournal.com]

A magical camera with a lens of healing. OOOOH.

[trakkie.livejournal.com]

OMG. And I was sitting at home with my mother, who fell down the stairs. Something about that is just totally unfair.

[ivy03.livejournal.com]

Yikes! Is she OK?

[trakkie.livejournal.com]

She's fine, just bruised and sprained and being a pain in the ass. Honestly, I half suspect she did it on purpose so she wouldn't be able to take care of the puppy anymore. :)

Was Renaissance guy at the con yesterday?

[ivy03.livejournal.com]

Didn't see him. Such is fate.

[jethrien.livejournal.com]

Actually, we met last year. :)

[gryphonrose.livejournal.com]

Well, I didn't know who you were on LJ back then.
But in that case, it was nice to see you again. :)

[gryphonrose.livejournal.com]

Renaissance Guy? We sense a story here.

[gryphonrose.livejournal.com]

"All right, Mr. Williams, I'm sorry to have to do this, but we're going to have to use the medicinal camera. Nurse, the film. Orderly, hold him. Now just open wide and think happy thoughts, Mr. Williams--this will all be over soon. . . ."

[ivy03.livejournal.com]

I apparently have a fan. You can grill me about it on Wednesday.

[tirtzah.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes, that is exactly why I almost never talk to celebrities. The only thing I regret about missing I-Con was not getting to see Jamie Bamber and his hot ass. Sadly I have no Jamie Bamber icons.

[gryphonrose.livejournal.com]

BTW, did you and jethrien see this?

http://captphilonline.com/images/ZaturaRozakis.jpg

[ivy03.livejournal.com]

I am apparently not allowed to access that image.

[gryphonrose.livejournal.com]

Hm, strange. Go here, then:

http://captphilonline.com/ICON26.html

and scroll down to the March 24th report.

[ivy03.livejournal.com]

I have a wall of men up in my room. I figure anyone up on that wall I cannot be trusted to construct a sentence in front of. Jamie's on that wall. Also--I have everything I want from this person in the form of their work. I don't want reality to impinge on that, if that makes sense. In conclusion: I go out of my way not to talk to celebrities, especially ones I like.

[ivy03.livejournal.com]

Oh good. I'm "friend."

[gryphonrose.livejournal.com]

You could probably comment and he'd correct that. :)

[tirtzah.livejournal.com]

Oh it makes sense. Sometimes they do not live up to what you hope for from actors, etc you admire. For me it's 90% that when I try saying anything to a celebrity I end up sound like an idiot. ^_^; (I really do need to see JB in more things, the only other thing I've seen him in is Daniel Deronda, where he's barely recognizable.)

[ivy03.livejournal.com]

I recommend the Scarlet Pimpernel. He's in it for all of ten minutes and I'm told it's a lousy adaptation, but in those ten minutes he is butt (literally) naked and apparently about to have a threesome with two buxom french women.

[tirtzah.livejournal.com]

Gaaah! I... should look for a copy of that.