Diary of a Fangirl: Amber Benson

In 2008, I was living in L.A. for a Columbia writing program at CBS studios.  One of our outings entailed going to the Writer's Guild of America to hear some speakers, and in the elevator, who did I run into of all people?

Amber!

She ran into the elevator with me and a few friends, just as the door was about to close, hair falling in front of her face.  I peered at her, realized who she was, and literally squeed.  It was the most left field moment ever for me, and I didn't expect to fangirl her so hard.  Yeah, Tara (the character she played on Buffy the Vampire Slayer) was cool and everything, but she wasn't necessarily one of my faves.  I don't know why I freaked out like that, but I did.  As that was my natural and knee jerk reaction, that must be how I felt deep down.  Anyway, she's cool as hell--one of the best people you could ever meet--and even posed for a picture:

I was even happier a few years later, when I got to give her an exclusive interview at Boston Comic Con!

    

Diary of a Fangirl: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (the movie)

Fangirl movie edition!

I remember I was about six years old, coming out of a movie with my Aunt Joann and seeing this poster on the wall in the hallway of the theatre:

I remembered being intrigued, and excited to see the film at some point.  I don't remember what movie I had just seen with my aunt, but I distinctly remember the desire to see whatever this was.  A few weeks later, I was back at the movies and finally did see the film with my Aunt.  I was not disappointed.






At the time of the film's release, there weren't any characters like Buffy.  Sure, there was a strong and wonderful bad ass chick in Xena (which, I watched religiously), but Buffy had humor and wit.  She also inspired me to take gymnastics, and even now, after rewatching this trailer, I kind of want to take up kick boxing.

I'm very much active in the Buffy fandom, and I'm one of the few there who truly love this bit of camp (and if you don't, please hate on some post that's else).  Anyway, here are somed kickass quotes I felt like sharing, so...

"It's way past medication time for you, buddy."

"Take a chill lozenge."

"What a homeless!"

"Nice ensemble!"

"Get out of my facial."

"What's the sitch?"

"Rude much?"

"She's such a blemish!"

"That was so five minutes ago..."

"Wouldn't this be lush on me?"

"You guys are thrashed."

    

Diary of a Fangirl: Curb Your Enthusiasm

I discovered Curb Your Enthusiasm in the seventh season, I believe.  I'd heard how great it was for years, but what had finally compelled me to watch it was the faux Seinfeld reunion that came about in...s6 was it?  Anyway, I watched the show, and fell in love with this awkward as hell, forthright asshole that is Larry David.  This show is hilariously funny with innovative story lines, like the adopted family from Hurricane Katrina--the blacks.  Or the car seat that was a mobile dildo.  Or getting pulled over for taking too many napkins at a restaurant.  The situations are insane, and I totally heart this show.

Diary of a Fangirl: Joel McHale

Last year was the first time I went to San Diego Comic Con, and I met and saw a slew of celebrities.  Some I cared about; some I could care less about.  However, one guy I did meet is on a show you may have heard of called The Soup, which I love, or Community, a show I really couldn't get into...But I totes heart Joel McHale anyway!

My friend and I were waiting outside of the...EW party, perhaps and saw a lot of folks.  Only a few actually stopped for the small crowd of twenty to take a quick picture, and one of those folks was Joel.

There was actually an issue with the camera, but Joel, even though I knew he was in a rush, was patient, and waited for my friend to get the shot.  It was also nice to know he was as tall as he looked on screen.  Sweet guy and so not a douche, and a great fangirl moment.

    

Diary of a Fangirl: Jennifer Hudson

I've been a fan of Jennifer Hudson since point one when she first appeared on American Idol.

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I knew then that she was going to be something special.  She didn't win, as you all know, but her career has surpassed that of any Idol winner--the woman has an Oscar!  She is one of ten black people to have an Oscar.

I do wish she would get better producers for her albums, and if not, just do a stream of kick ass covers (seriously, now that Whitney is gone, don't even try to sing one of her ballads unless you're this woman right here, and maybe Christina Aguilera).  Anyway, even though I don't watch Smash, J-Hud has signed on for a multi-ep arc on the show, playing a Tony Award-winning star ("but also paid a price for it..." which sounds dubious, considering her actual history).  Anyway, don't watch the show, but I just might for her!

Diary of a Fangirl: James Marsters Fan Squee Moment

Okay, this is another fangirl donation from PattiJ, who is sharing a James Marsters experience.  Get your submissions in today!  Every Monday will be a fan-post donated by one of you, so make sure to share one of your stories!  And remember, the post can be about anyone or anything (i.e. seeing your favorite film or a favorite ep of show, etc.) that you found squee worthy.

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2005 was a good year--it was a time of healing for me. I needed to move forward.   I’d only discovered Angel and then Buff, in late 2004 and early 2005.  I was new to the world of computers, Joss Whedon, conventions, online communities and forums.  

I stumbled on a link which lead me to the Forum for the Alternate Universe Convention, which is where I was introduced to Firefly, Serenity,  Jim Butcher’s books, Amber Benson’s movie “Chance,” and James’ latest film “Cool Money” (which I think is one of his most honest performances).  I have to say that while I had been very impressed by his portrayal of Spike, I wasn’t specifically a James Marsters fan.  I have never had “James Fog” as it’s come to be known; didn’t even recognize him the first time I saw him in person.  This is not my squeee moment but it does contribute to it. 

During his Q&A, I was entertained by James quick answers and stories which were new to me.  I was also impressed by his passion for his son.  That dedication touched on something very personal to me.  

This is also where I met my first British friend DeborahW and her sister; we had a discussion about the beautiful people of Hollywood.  I made another connection James--mentioned rock climbing, and my Ex had enjoyed this hobby.

As I waited in line, James was friendly and talkative with each of his fans.  As I approached the autograph table, I noticed that while he was looking down signing the picture of the person in front me, he was tightening his shoulders.  When I stepped in front of him he suddenly whipped his head around, grabbed my hand and stared me right in the eyes.  His eyes were just twinkling with mischief.  At the same time he looked soooo serious; then he cracked a smile.  I wanted to throw my head back and laugh, I was so tickled that he would work that hard just to get a reaction from me.  

At that moment I developed a little crush.  

As he signed the CD I told him that I regretted missing his concert so I was glad I had the CD.  There were several more people in line so I turned and was already down the few steps off the stage when he called “Wait!”  I almost turned back, but there were others in line.  Also, I was a volunteer, and Marlaine, one of the organizers, was in front of me asking for my help. 

A short time later after the auction, James left.  When he did, he raised his arm to wave and shouted “Goodbye everyone!”  At that second he looked across the room and caught my eye and gave a little nod in my direction.  The phrase "ships that pass in the night" ran through my head.  

I skipped the volunteer and celebrity dinner that evening so I could actually sit down and talk to my new forum friends.  To put faces with names, one of these ladies became one of the best friends I’ve had.   I actually hadn’t planned on going to anymore conventions that year; it had just been an addition to a trip I had planned to see my Mom’s family (I needed to reconnect).

My Squeee  Moment

Well that came at the end of the VIP party in Toronto in 2005.   

After a lot of thought, I decided that I wanted to attend James VIP Birthday party in Toronto, to give him a gift.  I had been given a gift when I was in college: a St. Genesius medal that had been passed down from one actor to another (I was a Drama Major).  I had never found anyone to pass it to.  James' performance in “A Hole in the World” had stunned me when I first saw it.  After reading several forums and articles, it was clear that he was passionate about his craft.  I discussed the idea with one of my new friends and decided that I had found the one who I should pass the gift on to.  Plus I wanted to hear him sing in person.  So, I traded in an old airline ticket and bought my ticket to Toronto.   

The night of the party, there was a bit of a kerfuffle at the restaurant, and we ended up downstairs at the bar. That’s where I met up with a friend, Jackie.  She used to get very sensitive after she would talk to James, so she followed me through the autograph line.  James was polite and listened attentively while I spelled out my name for him as he was personalizing an autograph. Jackie had given me her camera to take her picture when it was her turn, but as it turned out, one of the organizers was standing at the end of the table and offered to do that.  The flash, however, wouldn’t work, and we had to take it three times.  The refrain from James’ song "Bad"-- “The camera flashed” (or in this case didn’t flash) danced through my head.

    

After they had presented James with his cake, he stood up and headed for the back of the room.  Not sure if it was a pit stop at the restroom or if this is when he visited with fans that weren’t mobile enough to wait in the autograph line.  I actually thought he had left the party, so I went to the vestibule just inside the doors of the building for a cigarette.  

There was another couple there sitting on the staircase leading up to the restaurant, waiting for a friend who had attended the party.  They were Canadian, so we started discussing the differences between American and Canadian football.  There was a game on TV in the bar, and I didn’t understand some of the rule differences.

I was standing at the top of the stairs leading down to the bar when I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye.  It was James and Steve (his manager), deep in an intense conversation.  James looked up and his eyes drifted from the top of my head to my feet and then to the door.   I thought he was measuring the distance to see if they had enough room to get by.  I thought I was maybe blocking the exit, so I stepped back.   I knew James had a girlfriend, so it didn’t dawn on me that that the look was anything else.  As he and Steve continued up the steps, James did it again--he looked from my feet to my head and then back down to my feet, only a bit more exaggerated .  I froze and got giddy. 

When they hit the top of the stairs, he did it again but slower; his eyes were a little hooded, and his cheeks were sucked in.  My brain was racing with "OMG--he really is checking me out!" And I couldn’t do anything but stare back, grinning the whole time.  As they went through the door, James leaned back around Steve and checked me out again really slowly bringing his eyes back to meet mine.  I felt my cheeks flush and my eyes start to sparkle.  I felt giggly, giddy and obviously I wasn’t going to leave until I found out what he was going to do next.  

They walked out to a limo that was waiting and put James’ guitar in the trunk.  James walked to the far side of the car and kept looking back at me while he continued his conversation with Steve.  Then Steve abruptly turned around and left.  James gave me one last look and got into the car.  Obviously I was thrilled.  I turned back to the couple I’d been chatting to.  the woman grinned at me and he said, "Wow!"  I wasn’t really sure what to say other than a half giggled “Yeah.”  I went back to the bar where I had left my friend and finished my drink.

The next day, he was polite in the autograph line, and of all things we talked about shopping--how he liked to shop at Target when he was in Modesto.  I also delivered a birthday card that my friend had sent along with the message that he had inspired her to lose 35lbs.  He said to tell her he had lost 15lbs.  My expression must have revealed how skeptical I was in that I didn't think he needed to lose any weight.  I gave him my gift with a small card that I didn't sign my name to.

The last day through the auto line grabbed my hand, looked me in the eye and thanked very sincerely.

I twas a very nice moment.  

Diary of a Fangirl: Michael Fassbender

This is technically another "guy pretty" edition, cause...good grief, this man is gorgeous--long hair, short hair, facial, clean shaven, period piece clothing, modern, suits, loin cloths, no clothes--whatever!  But he is also one helluva an actor.  I first noticed Mr. Fassbender in the magnificent "Inglorious Basterds," and loved his "Mind if I go out in the King's?" speech.  Oddly enough, I technically first saw him in "300" in IMAX, but I didn't know who he was (and admittedly, was distracted by a loud, bronzed, ripped Gerard Butler).

Michael has wonderfully defined bone structure (and frankly, body structure), piercing eyes, and my favorite part--that thing where he's into black women.  I probably wouldn't care if I wasn't a black woman, but being one, this makes me tremendously happy.  Ahem.

I gained most respect for him, however, for extraordinary work in acting, and most particularly "Shame"--a brilliantly done and painful film, with a hopeful ending (contrary to popular belief).  If you are a lover of fine cinema and film and have yet to see it, I suggest you do.  Additionally, I think that Mr. Fassbender was not only robbed of a nomination for Best Actor at the Oscars, but if he had been nominated, his work was definitely the best of the bunch.

And there's also that whole thing where he's naked a lot in the film, but to be totally truthful, the magnificent acting (and sad story-line) over power all that.

He was also the best thing about "X Men: First Class" [along with co-star James McAvoy], and the only reason(s) I would ever rewatch that godawful tripe.  And now, for a few more random pretty photos for the entry:

And no worries, fanboys and non-hetero fangirls!  I have a few ladies under my cap for the "pretty" editions coming soon.

Diary of a Fangirl: Discovering Spike

So, I had to have been about twelve when season 2 of Buffy the Vampire Slayer  rolled around.  It was the third ep in, "School Hard," and right before the opening credits, we see this guy in a tank of a car crash through the "Welcome" sign, gets out with these huge combat boots, long sweeping leather duster, and lights up a cigarette.  Then he talks, and he's all British!  Which...may not mean much to you, but hot damn, do I love me a British accent.

If I had a YouTube vid of this, I'd totes share it, but I don't.  Oh, and also, he was in game face at the time.  And that, I do have photos of:

The more screen time he got, the more intrigued I became.  And I knew from that first episode of his appearance, that he would be a around for a good, long while.  And I was right!  Huzzah!

Spike, portrayed by the amazing James Marsters, is my favorite character of all time.  Every layer and every nuance of his expressive face just makes me heart him tremendously.  It's more than just topical, and I'll do an in depth analysis post of my thoughts and feelings on this wonderful character at a later date.  But for now, here are a few more pics and...

Seriously, when Spike cries, I cry...and I'm not a crying type of gal.

And now, a vid which I lurve.  If you're a Spike fan, you'll love it too.  And if you aren't, you just might become one:

And should you become a Spike fan, he can be found on Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel.

Diary of a Fangirl: "Magic Mike"

So, last night, my BFF and I went to a premier for the film "Magic Mike."  Of the cast, Channing Tatum, Matt Bomer, Alex Pettyfer, Joe Maganiello, and Matthew McConaughey, I only really found Maganiello and McConaughey truly attractive. 

And then I saw the film.

Channing Tatum, I knew from his debut movie "Step Up" which I hadn't actually seen, was a real dancer.  What I didn't know, however, is that he was a stripper in real life before he got into acting.  And good grief, did it show!  The way his body moved...it was like poetry.  Really naughty and terribly hot poetry, but still--poetry.  Like a fabulous hybrid of Pablo Neruda and Harold Robbins.  I know they put an actual story into this film, but I really didn't care.  Also, there were way too many close ups of the lead female character, played by Cody Horn.  A film that is clearly catering to women (or gay men) really doesn't need that many close ups of some chick the audience at large doesn't give a piss about.  And I swear--nearly every frame she was in was a CLOSE UP.  What the hell, Steven Soderbergh?  Those close ups should have been on reserve for Joe Magianello's abs, which I didn't get to see enough of.

Ah, Joe--a magnificent specimen is he.  And I wouldn't mind a dance or two or three with him.  But Channing--he was blessed with some moves.  Methinks his wife is quite happy.

Matthew's character Dallas spent the entire film with pants much like those above on--low on the hips, showing that delectable pelvic bone.  I swear the audience waited with bated breath throughout the entire movie for those bad boys to simply fall off.

Alex Pettyfer--never heard of him, but boy was he nice to look at.  And once his character learned the moves, I could tell he had either some background in the area, or it was simply natural talent.  Either way, I had fun watching.  And Matt Bomer?

Very pretty face with a great head of hair, but man, what a waste on that stage.  His character (or the actor's moves...whatever) was doing a good job of killing my squee and deflating my metaphorical jolly.  Yeah, they could have done without that guy, and put Michael Fassbender or Alexander Skarsgard up there instead.  I have no idea if they can dance or not, but if I have to just look at a guy cause he's damned pretty, I'd rather it be them.  Speaking of--

Tom Cruise's "Rock of Ages" persona Stacee Jaxx could have been on that stage as well.  Cruise simmply oozed sex appeal in the film, and I wish he had been in it more (like in it for 85% of the time).

Anyway, if you have a moment next week, I suggest going to see "Magic Mike."  You may need some "quality time" alone soon after, though...

Diary of a Fangirl: Quentin Tarantino

I think it's possible the "Jackie Brown" made me fall in love with Quentin Tarantino initially, but to be perfectly honest, I love all of his work (and I say that even though I have yet to see "Pulp Fiction" from beginning to end uninterrupted and uncut...such a bad fan).  I love his directing, and I love his writing.  He has truly inspired me as a writer, and just as a creative in general.

A few years ago, he came out with a film by the name of "Inglorious Basterds," and they just happened to have a premier for it at the River East 21 theatre in Downtown Chicago...

Needless to say, I went with my pal Lindsay, a true fashionista (like srsly, omg, I can't believe I wore that to meet Fucking Tarantino).

I [sadly] learned too late that I could have bought tickets for a paltry $50, and watched the film with Quentin and enjoyed a Q&A with him.  But I was determined to be there anyway, to see the man in person, and maybe breathe his air for a second, and if I was lucky, get his autograph or something.

He made it in about an hour after we arrived, and we stood on the sidelines, roped off away from him and other folks who I did not recognize (celebs I guess?  Not that they mattered, cause they weren't lead cast or ya know, TARANTINO), and it was impossible for me to touch him or get him to sign anything.

That simply wouldn't do.

So, I moved down the line toward the escalator, which was the direction he was headed in to enter the theatre, and was also the section for people who actually had tickets and paparazzi.  In other words, a place I had no business to be in.  But you know what?  It worked out.  I stood there, shouted his name as he went past, and he paused and looked at me, waiting for me to speak words, and I froze, not thinking I had time to ask for his autograph, and instead...

Jill: "Can I shake your hand?"

Quentin: (smiles) "You sure can, sweetheart."

Jill: (shakes his hand; beams; heart expands)

I didn't get an autograph, but a guy from the Chicago Tribune got a picture of it, which was in the paper.

Also?  His hand was so awesomely soft and large and strong...I could feel "the force" of kick ass writing in that hand.

Oh Quentin, I just met you, and this is crazy! But I don't care--just let me have your babies!  Ha ha, that stupid song's been stuck in my head for a couple of weeks...

Diary of a Fangirl: Andy Samberg

...and The Lonely Island.

Most of you probably know Andy best by his duet with Justin Timberlake and the song "Dick in a Box" or his rap duet with SNL's Chris Parnell in "Lazy Sunday."  But I have found that I quite enjoy many of his songs and digital shorts.  I know that he's retiring from Saturday Night Live after this season, but I think that he will be around for quite sometime.  So, without further ado, here's a lesser known Lonely Island Boys song that I totes love.

Diary of a Fangirl: James Marsters

Alright kids, this is the first [of what I hope to be many] fannish submissions.  I have my own fan-post for Mr. Marsters waiting in the wings, but this first one up is from Loweness!

Whenever James Marsters is asked his favorite color, he says, "Green, the color of Mother Earth."  I decided to crochet a long, thin scarf for him and found soft, mottled, earthy green yarn to symbolize the natural green of Mother Earth, rather than the more solid greens of most yarns.  The soft, green scarf was given to James in April 2005 at the Houston Slayer Con.

Some time later, James went to England for his "Words and Music" tour.  There was a tour diary on his website and I noticed he was wearing a scarf in two of the pictures.  The first picture was of James at Stonehenge.  A scarf was tucked into his coat.  The second picture was of James at a restaurant, sitting down to a plate of bangers and mash.  His coat was off and he was wearing a long scarf.  It was exciting to think he was actually wearing the scarf I made for him, but I wasn't 100% certain it was mine because in the online photos, the scarf looked more blue than green.  I always hoped it was mine, but didn't know for sure and didn't get an opportunity to find out because I wasn't able to see him again for a while.

 

Finally, at Dragon*Con in 2008, I got to ask James about the scarf when I attended the Private Party with James and Gareth David-Lloyd.  James came to the table where I was sitting for a brief chat.  After other topics were discussed, I had my opportunity.  I would have been perfectly happy with a simple "Yes" answer.  But I got so much more.

Me:  For Words and Music there's a tour diary online.  In the photos of you at Stonehenge and sitting down at a restaurant, you're wearing a scarf.  I've been wondering if that was the green scarf I crocheted for you.

James:  Yes.  And it SAVED ME!  Stonehenge was f***g cold!  And I had a concert to give the next day.  So I wrapped that scarf around and around my neck.  It SAVED ME!

Me:  (majorly undignified squee)

James:  Now when I look at pictures of Stonehenge, I can say, "I was there; I touched that stone."

James Marsters not only wore the earthy green scarf I crocheted for him, it SAVED him!  Squee!

James and Loweness, Houston 2005

Diary of a Fangirl: Slayathon

Yesterday, I went to the annual Slayathon event, which raises money for the Make A Wish Foundation.  It entails 12 hours of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel goodness.

It's been a few years since I've been to one of these, and now that I was there again, I can't believe I didn't take the Saturday off each preceding year to come to this shindig.  Or hootenany as it were.

The last time I came, I won the trivia contest.  The grand prize was the Buffy high school library.  This year...I became the champion once again!  I even sang one of my answers.  I was asked why Spike wanted to kill himself (I said because he felt pathetic, which was the general sentiment, and they let me slide even though the "official" answer was he wasn't able to scar people), what song appeared on Angel at least three times ("Oh Mandy!" which, I sang into the mic), and finally a three parter--Which ep had very little to no dialogue ("Hush"), which episode was a musical ("Once More With Feeling") and which ep had no musical score ("The Body").  I think there was only two questions I didn't know of all of the questions asked, but at least those questions didn't land on my turn.  Additionally, I think some folks got burned because they weren't as big of Angel fans as they were fans of BtVS.  They are missing out.

My prize this year was a BuffyBot (and not a bot!Buffy or...whatever, comics) action figure, and a poster that said "Joss Whedon is my Master."

Nick Brendon was the host!  He was hilarious, smelled delish, and gave great hug (like he always does).  I was thrilled when he said he'd be back again next year, and I so hope that actually happens.  I missed the beggining parts of Slayathon (Bad!Jill) and therefore, his commentary on an ep (which I heard was awesomely funny), but I was there when he hosted the live auction (there was a silent one as well), and was just as funny and good natured as usual.  It's nice to see an actor be so down to earth as he is--what a dissapointment it can be when you hear one of the actors or actresses from your favorite show is a total asshat to their fans.  Nick has no such problem, and he really is a joy to be around.

Also, it was great to be amongst "my people" (i.e. big, flaming geeks like myself).  It's hard to be a fangirl when you're the only one of your friends in the tri-state area who fangirls the same show/stuff as you do.  Although I did run into one of my good friends from beyond the fandom world, who I went to school with--Rob! 

Anyway, it really is the small things in life that make you (and keep you) happy.  Can't wait until San Diego Comic Con.

Diary of a Fangirl: Matt Smith's Dr. Who

I just double checked my calendar and realized I have less than four weeks until San Diego Comic Con, and began to reminisce about the one I went to last year.  The term "Had a blast!" is a gross understatement, and there was a certain someone who I bumped into like ten times...

Now, I never watched Dr. Who (and only even know of it through mutual fandom connections, such as Torchwood which I only watched a few eps of for James Marsters), but I knew his face.  He was quite tall and slim--made me feel terribly short (which is no easy feat--5'11" here), and a few times he had a hat, in what I assume to be his version of being incognito?  Anyway, in the con, outside of the con, on the way to the parties I would try to crash, I couldn't dodge this man!  And everytime I saw him, how I so wished I was a fan of his, or at least of the show, so that I could feel some kind of squee inside. 

Alas, it was a waste for me. 

But I thought I would share the experience of brushing past him and breathing his air so that maybe one day, one of his fans or fangirls can read it and enjoy a quiet squee to themselves.  No, really.  One of the biggest things of being a fangirl?

Vicarious squeeage.  Trust me, I know what I'm talking about on this. 

Until tomorrow...

And hey peeps--don't forget to submit your favorite fangirl moment, photo, or person, place or thing you squee over.  First featured Fangirl will be next Monday!

Diary of a Fangirl: Ghost of the Robot's "Mad Brilliant"

I may be jumping the gun with this one a tad, considering the only reason I heard about this band is because of James Marsters, but I'll fangirl the frak out of him in a little bit.

So, I was about sixteen when the album "Mad Brilliant" came out.  The band was coming close to my town of Chicago--Rosemont--and I was hellbent on seeing both the band and James in person.  Of course, I'd only heard snippets of the album online, and wanted the whole CD before they came, and needed someone to go with me to the concert.  Two fabulous things happened to me.

My cousin, who's nine months older than me and happened to have a debit card, was nice enough to buy the CD for me online (which I of course reimbursed her for), and my BFF Danielle went with me to the concert, cause no one else could comprehend me fangirling any of the things I did (the shows Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel, James, the band...a long list of things).

We went, I saw James from afar with his platinum hair, and good times were had.  I only wish I hadn't been so dumb as to not make the connection that he'd been at the convention as well, and I could have met him up close. 

*Le sigh* 

You live and you learn.

Favorite songs from the album: "Valerie," "Liar," "Vehicles Shock Me," "Dangerous," "Mad Brilliant" (which I wish was longer), "Call 911" and "Goodnight Sweet Girl."  So yeah, like 90% of the songs ^_^

Diary of a Fangirl: Ian Somerhalder

So, this will be one of my "pretty" editions.

I don't actually watch The Vampire Diaries, and I really, really hate what they do his hair on that show, and I thought he looked too young and skinny on Lost but...

Last year I went to San Diego Comic Con and saw him in person.  Sweet holy jeebus you guys--that guy was goreous.

Somewhat crappy shot by me.  c. 2011

Yeah, okay, he was wearing this dumb ass hat, but he was the kind of pretty that you read about.  The man was flawless, and I promise that isn't a world I would ever throw around.  He ended up walking past me at one point while I was having dinner (and he was on his way to the EW party), and I was at one of those high top tables, and he had to have been about three feet from my face.  Yes--casting him as a vampire or an angel or some kind of Greek god or whatever is quite fitting.  Ian--I know nothing about you, honestly, except that you are disgustingly goregous.  And really, that's all you need to be on my list of pretty, so congrats!

Diary of a Fangirl: Super Mario

Alright guys--I want to show you just how broad my "squee" truely is.  This isn't fangirling or fanboying just a person or entity--it can also be a thing.  Like a character!  So please submit what you are most fannish about, whatever it may be.

My first character up is...

Super Mario!

Growing up, I fell in love with the Mario game.  My only reason for even wanting a Nintendo was for Mario.  Much to my dismay, I had the system, but instead of the game I wanted, my mom got me some Barbie in a mall video game...Needless to say, I ended up spending much of my time at my cousin's, playing on his system.

I remember a few years later, playing a battle game with him on a Super Nintendo, and he always had me as Luigi.  It was his game, so I couldn't say anything about the unfairness of not being Mario, but it was still so much fun.  I will love this game--the old school stuff--more than any new item that will ever come out.  I don't care how good the graphics may be--it's not about that.  It's about that wonderful throwback to a happy childhood.  And, I'll throw Mario 64 in there as well, but even that still isn't as good as my beloved Super Mario.

Diary of a Fangirl: Shatner

Submissions Post: I've started a blog called "Diary of a Fangirl--Home of the Squee," where I will post fangirl moments and fangirl photos. I will also be posting Fangirl Photo of the Week on the blog as well as the Fangirl Novel FB page, and I need your help! Please submit any of your favorite fangirl (or fanboy!) photos (and please have the rights to them), or a paragraph or two on one of your best squee worthy moments.

In the meantime, I will kick it off with a poignant Fangirl moment in my life: Meeting William Shatner!

I am not a Trekkie. 

I discovered my hardcore Shatner love after seeing him on Boston Legal.  Denny Crane was a mad genius of a character, and he (with Alan Shore, played by the magnificent James Spader) were one of my most favorite TV couples of ALL TIME.  The Shatner was quiet, docile even during the photo op, but came alive when on stage.  Bill is brilliant, and I hope to see him in a great character role on the big screen soon.  I mean, the impeccable writing on Boston Legal was once in a lifetime kind of material...well, it was!  And if you haven't watched it, no need to hang your head in shame--go Netflix and watch!