Comments on: The Very Definition of FAIL

By: DancingDog

DancingDog — Fri, 24 Apr 2009 23:57:43 +0000

I saw Hercules from about 10 feet away a couple weeks ago… all I could say was …. “its Kevin… It kevin!” Oli had NO IDEA who I was looking at. So I p[osted the pic I took of him.. Turns out he was actually taking a pictures of ME! well.. of the long ass line I was in.

and just to put this in perspective.. I never actualyl watched Hurcules… in fact I have never actually seen ANYTHING Kevin Sorbo has done because I couldn’t stomach the cheese.

By: Nastybear

Nastybear — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 14:02:49 +0000

Yeah no problem sound like you managed to speak at least. If George Lucas walk into the room with me I would just fall to the ground and prostrate myself as Tina rolled her eyes.

By: Zombie Jesus

Zombie Jesus — Mon, 13 Apr 2009 04:32:54 +0000

Also you didn’t nearly break into tears and start trembling like I did when Matt Groening came into my work. So well done there.

By: Cmdr Sue London

Cmdr Sue London — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 15:40:19 +0000

Awesome! I love Clancy Brown! Don’t forget the creepy preacher role on Carnivale, or Captain Hadley in “Shawshank Redemption.” Then he freaks you out by playing completely likable characters like “The Guardian”… Captain Hadley. Yes, he played two completely different Captain Hadleys. I assume that is a Hollywood joke.

Just be proud you got words out.

By: xadrian

xadrian — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 14:43:19 +0000

Look on the bright side, at least you didn’t quote a Mr. Krabs line to him.

By: nypinta

nypinta — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 01:35:48 +0000

If I was confronted with the Kurgan, I’d squeak too.

By: quagmire

quagmire — Sat, 04 Apr 2009 05:51:56 +0000

You poor Spacebuddy. Don’t beat yer self up too bad. What happened to you today is actually very common when a person from the sofa side of TV meets/sees/confronts a personage from ‘inside’ the box. Over my tenure in L.A. I found myself face-to-face with at least half a dozen celebs and/or famous personalities. And yes, even I, who claim to be bereft of Star idolatry, acted exactly as you did. Every time I either mumbled some inane idiocy or just gaped open-mouth as they slid back into the shadows.
I know I’ve told you this story, but I’ll share it with our friends here:
Standing in one of those interminable lines at Disneyland in 100° heat, looked to me left and three feet from my shoulder was a very corpulent Marlon Brandow with his 13 Tahitian kids in tow. Our eyes connected for quite some time, just staring, me with flies entering my pie-hole and stupid, he smiling and putting his index finger to his lips in the universal ‘please don’t say anything friend!’ gesture. I was his hero for 20 seconds as he and his trailing brood were pushed through a side door into Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride. At first I was pissed by his special treatment, then, after pondering his plight, realized he lived in a terrible world of dodging the public, even just to play with his kids.
So don’t feel bad kiddo, that was a normal reaction.
Whew! This is one long fuckin’ comment … I’m tired and need libation.
Atmo, Atmo! Where’s that Engineer when I need him?