MythBusters is coming to East Lansing next month!
When my wife was looking at tickets, she noticed that for an additional dungload of money, you could get into a backstage reception with Adam and Jamie.
My initial reaction was a kind of dignified Kermit flail. Of course I want to meet the MythBusters!!! Then I stopped to ask myself why I wanted to meet them. I mean, it would be nice to be able to say how much I enjoy their show, but why would introverted me want to cram into a room full of strangers, all trying to get a few minutes of Adam and Jamie’s time? What is it I really think is going to happen?

Yeah, probably not.
I bumped into Neil Gaiman at an event five years or so back, and blurted out something like, “Hi, I’m flarglsnuffpumps. Glablestib Neil Gaiman!!! Bububububbb.” I might have also peed myself a little. He gave me a polite nod and promptly fled. I retreated to the nearest room, which I dubbed my Broom Closet of Shame, and didn’t come out until it was time to go home.
Okay, maybe it wasn’t quite that bad, but I suffered a definite verbal and mental derail.
Why? Gaiman is a very successful author, but so what? He’s a guy who writes highly popular books and comics. I’ve met hundreds of other authors. Why was this any different?
Since then, I’ve been on the receiving end a few times. Sometimes it’s online: a Twitter comment like, “OMG, @jimchines answered me!!! BEST DAY EVER!” Once it was a flying hugsquee as I stepped off the elevator and someone saw my nametag. It’s flattering and good for my ego, but each time, I end up feeling a little baffled. I’m just a geeky 37-year-old guy who writes books, cracks the occasional fart joke, and spends too much time online.
I’ve become friends with some pretty well-known authors over the years, including New York Times bestsellers and folks who’ve won pretty much every SF/F award out there. When I see them at conventions, I don’t think, “Yay, I get to hang out with Famous Big Name Author!” They’re just friends, people I haven’t seen in a while who happen to write great books.
That’s the disconnect.
When we think of Famous People, we’re generally not thinking about people. We’re thinking about the idea of those people, our mental constructs of the people who gave us a favorite show, movie, song, book, or whatever. Everything we love about their work gets imbued into this glowing icon of awesomeness.
This can be … problematic. The brain shorts out when trying to reconcile that construct with the real person standing in front of us. I feel bad for Gaiman, and I wish I could apologize for adding an uncomfortable interaction to his weekend.
And then you get people who start to feel a sense of ownership, which can lead to truly vile outpourings when and if their celebrity does something they disapprove of…
I think I’ve got it mostly sorted out in my head. I think about Fandom Fest, where I’ll be a guest of honor alongside folks like Bruce Campbell and James Marsters, and I’m fairly sure I won’t spontaneously wet myself when and if I bump into them. I’m hopeful that I could meet them, shake their hands, and simply tell them how much I’ve enjoyed their work.
We ended up passing on the MythBusters reception tickets. Much as I love and appreciate their show, I’m still an introvert, and I don’t generally like trying to mingle through a room full of strangers. So we’ll just go and see them do some experiments on stage, and that should be a lot of fun.
Fame is weird. It creates bizarrely obsessive and possessive dynamics. It’s a barrier, even as it builds an illusion of familiarity. (If you don’t understand how it’s a barrier, imagine Gaiman at a con, trying to hang out at the bar and chat with other writers…)
There are times that my very low-level “celebrity” as a fantasy author has been a lot of fun. But overall, I’m very happy to not have to deal with rock star levels of fame.
Mirrored from Jim C. Hines.










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And then... yeah, I met Peter Beagle. Like so many other people in these comments, it was him. He was so kind and patient. I don't even like to think how incoherent I probably was. He, on the other hand, was very kind, taking his time on my items and talking about how he spent time in Japan during work on The Last Unicorn.
((Its sort of funny, looking back, because my friend and I went to that con for the guests of honor - me for Mr. Beagle and she for none other than Mr. Gaiman. I, at the time, had read nothing of his and didn't understand until later the weird looks I got from the rest of the line when I passed by Mr. Gaiman's spot at the table with a polite greeting so I could thank Mr. Beagle for sharing his work with us and ask for his autograph))
I can imagine tripping over my own feet and giving them a flying headbutt.
Hmmm... maybe it's a good thing I've never knowingly met anybody famous.
I've had one nervous fangasm attack at a book signing for T.A. Barron (who I've been a fan of since I was about 12) and the event was sort of like a birthday present to myself so I was all pumped up about it. But the big nervousness is because you want to have a meaningful encounter but instead you feel like a deer caught in headlights. I was even a little nervous meeting you at Windycon, though I guess THAT was more fear I wouldn't see you at all - plus it is very different than talking through your blog.
At comic and anime conventions I find myself around these (relatively famous) actors who I know and admire, but it's not a big deal to see them in the elevator or hotel lobby or play guitar hero with them, while I know some of my friends would freak out in a similar situation.
And I didn't go for exactly that reason -- I like them on tv but it's "free" -- they'd still just be Adam and Jamie, after all, but paid for.
(LOVE your stick figures of them. You captured them perfectly.)
. . . and then Gaiman, having said that, promptly turned around and saw [Some Author Gaiman Is a Total Fanboy For]. Whereupon he basically collapsed into <squee>"I really like your work!"</squee>
So my impression is that he's very understanding and forgiving of such things, having been on the gibbering end of it himself, as well as the gibbered-at.
yearsdecades ago, I had a "thing" fro David Cassidy and would probably have reacted like that, until the time that, I think it was my mother, told me that one of my aunts had married one of his uncles. I may not seem like it, even when people meet me (not that anyone really knows me from anyone else on the sidewalk, but that's another tale), but I'm a bit of an introvert. Had to struggle with myself to get to the point I'm at now, and even then, I'm not always too good with people. I used to be terrified of crowds, even. Still am, but it's manageable, now. I spent years working on it. But, back to the point with David Cassidy. When you find out that one of your relatives married one of their relatives, it sort of puts a new spin on things. The person is actually human. You're not quite related, but the other person is human enough to be not quite related to you, too, even if they have absolutely no clue who you are.In other words, you're human, with thoughts, feelings, likes, dislikes, and vulnerabilities. So are they. Kind of puts a bit of a humanistic spin on the celebrity bit.
Of course, some of us may not so readily admit to being human, but that's another story. ;3
Authors, I usually do okay with. I did sort of fangirl all over Ellen Kushner the first time I met her, but she was patient with my excited babble, and very kindly gave me a few tidbits about the Further Adventures of Richard and Alec (all of which proved true in the sequels for which I waited nearly twenty years) and didn't seem to mind my puppy eyes when I implored her to write the next bits. And I've had the chance to meet her a few times since then, and she's been unfailingly lovely. And I had advance preparation for meeting Steven Brust, because I'd read a thing he'd written where he said that the best way to approach an author was to say "Hi! I really like your work! Can I buy you dinner?" or, if you didn't have time for dinner, "can I buy you a drink," and in his case he liked single-malt Scotch. And so my ex and I wound up having dinner with him at a small con, and we had some nerdy detail-oriented questions about things in his books, and he was gratified that we'd paid such close attention, and from there it went on to mutual appreciation of Zelazny and him recommending Patrick O'Brian to me, for which I have never thanked him properly. So, authors, I may gibber a little, but it's mostly about their work, and the ones I like best seem to like having such attentive readers.
Musicians... there the attraction is partly to their work (which can be very meaningful to me) but sometimes also includes a strong attraction to their persons. If I get to a meet-and-greet, I try to make it about their work -- the guys in Alkaline Trio were incredibly gracious when I turned up to a (very small) pre-show meet-and-greet with a STACK of compilations that had one song of theirs apiece. They seemed to get what a lifeline their music had been for me. And I think Andy Deane of Bella Morte is not unaware of the effect his physical presence has on fans, and was really sweet after the show about giving hugs and posing for pictures with anyone interested, and that moment gives me a little happy glow when I think about it. I don't even TRY to get near the arena-level names; they have quite enough to deal with!
When it comes to actors, though... I really feel like I'd be awkward as hell. Because it's partly about loving their characters, and they are not their characters, and it's partly about being attracted to their physical presence, and my attraction is not really relevant to their lives except as it makes me buy tickets to their movies or watch their shows and therefore keep them working and fed. With an author, it's all right to say "so, that bit with the silver tea service, and Lord Nicholas shuddering at milk or cream and asking for water, that was BRILLIANT, and I was nearly gnawing my wrist open in envy because I wrote a thing with a hearth kitchen and I was so damn proud of myself for the toasting fork and then you went and did THAT..." and they go "hey, you noticed that! Well, Delia had those tea services left over from another book, and they were going to waste, and..." and it's awesome. Or if you say to a musician "That cover you did of Wait For The Blackout, with that chime effect as you go out of the bridge, that was a GREAT spin on the original," and they go "you liked that? awesome," but if you go to an actor and say "so, that guest appearance you did on Ghost Whisperer, it must have taken forever to get into the zombie makeup," there's probably going to be some backing away, because let's face it, that guest spot was NOT a creative high point, it was something to pay the bills, and if I went to the bother of watching something that obviously dumb, it's a little stalkery, and... so I have no idea of what to say to an actor if I'm that much of a fangirl. "I was so upset when Matt Devlin died that I wrote a ten thousand word fanfic explaining how he lived and just had to retire on disability" is really probably not what they want to hear.
So it's probably good that I haven't met too many actors, because I have no idea how not to be an idiot.
I promise i will not become a scary stalker, though!