"When I chirp shawty chirp back/... What you know about that"

An itsy bitsy brush with fame. Well fame in my book anyway:

Even though LOST is almost over this is one of my favorite blogs to read for answers. e knows her stuff and it explains it so well. I stumbled across it towards the middle of season five and have eagerly awaited her recaps after every episode ever since. You should also read her story about meeting Terry O'Quinn. Lucky! So e is awesome because she has met the cast, has a huge following on her blog (and other websites she contributes to) and she is writing a book that is going to be published later this year. An all around winner in my book.

Anyway, one question that e has always fixated on is who is was shooting at Sawyer, Juliet & Co when they were in the outrigger in season 5 and traveling through time. I found an interview after the episode "Across the Sea" where Darlton address this very question. I sent the interview along to e in the event that she is the type to read podcasts, interviews, and whatnot. I didn't expect a reply because like I said, her deadline is looming and she is focused on other things that spelling out everything for us fellow obsessed Losties.

Well she wrote back! She thanked me but said she does avoid that kind of stuff because of possible spoilers but she'll read it after the finale (even though she will know the answer by then). I know she's only a celebrity in my world but hey, I'll take what I can get!

Oh and right as I finished this post the "Life and Death" song came on my iTunes which is set on shuffle. Exciting! Michael Giacchino is a genius!

"I wanna, wanna be where you are/ I gotta be where you are"

Since it was a small brush with fame and I got excited, here is a little story:

I already mentioned Jackson Pearce in a previous post. Refresher: She is a UGA alum and had a book come out last year, another is coming out this summer and she is in various stages with other projects. Basically her life is what I want. So I love/ admire/ hate/ want/ am jealous of her and her life. I still check my UGA mail and a few months ago the English Major director (or something, I don't know her title, I think she made it up) e-mailed the listserv telling us about Jackson and her accomplishments and gave us the address to her blog. Oh my gosh. I became obsessed with that thing. I spent all day reading it. She is so funny and she has already navigated a very scary and confusing path and she really explains what she did and puts it out there as a roadmap for others. So I, you know, became a little obsessed and friended her on Facebook and started following her on Twitter. She has done what I want to do, why wouldn't I hang on her every word?

So somehow, don't ask me how, I got invited through a Facebook event to hear her speak at UGA last month. I e-mailed her and asked if there would be room since it said current english majors got priority. She was super sweet and wrote back saying she was excited I wanted to come and that a lot of kids had signed up for the event in a room that only seated fifty (yeah, way to spring and go all out for a published author UGA English department. You couldn't at least go for the small auditoriums in Park Hall? Methinks some professor was jealous of a 25 year old accomplishing a major feat at a young age). But she said if there was any problem to email her and she would help get me into the room so I could hear her speak. She even signed the email "Jack"! I had a quasi-friendship/ alliance (sure through the internet, but who cares!) with her! I was so so so excited.

And then there was this dreadful post.... where I made it to the event (without an overcrowding problem natch). I even saw her out in the hallway when there was confusion about what room the event was taking place. I almost started to say something to her, something along the lines of "Oh hi I'm Annie. I emailed you about coming from Atlanta and if there'd be room for me? Will you be my friend?" but there was a guy with her and one of the professors whisked her away before I could say anything. Rats. It's okay, I can try to say something to her afterwards. Oh but that didn't happen. Considering the minute she pulled out her second novel to read a selection to the group, I had to bolt out of the room and barf in the bathroom thanks to a 12 hour stomach bug. I felt terrible, stomach bug aside. I got up and rushed out when she was about to start reading from her book. She probably thought I just wanted to hear about how to get published and I didn't care about her book. But I did! I really wanted to hear it! But alas, my stomach had other ideas so I didn't get to. Bummer.

And I felt so terrible that I emailed her and apologized a few days after (when I was no longer on the couch, begging God to take my soul because even the slightest movement made me feel like I was going to upchuck the small volume of Gatorade I was sipping on). Well this was over a month ago and... no response. My internal thoughts: Oh my gosh, she hates me! She thinks I'm lying. She thought I was only hungover or something and not actually sick sick. She is going to curse my name if I ever actually make it into the super secret world of publishing! She cried afterwards thinking about that girl who left before she started reading her book, her words, all of her hard work! Or she just thought I was a rude girl who didn't care about what she had written.

A few times I saw her say on Twitter that she was answering emails. So I would get excited and check my gMail if nothing else to see she doesn't absolutely despise me. But to no avail the first several times this happened. And then today, glorious today, I saw her tweet again. But I've fallen for this before. So I thought huh, she probably forgot about me, whatev. About an hour later, I saw I had an email on my iPhone. Was it an iTunes receipt, an amazon deal of the day, another comment on UGAnnie's blog? NOPE! An email from Jackson! Hooray! * does happy dance * She said she was sorry that I got sick and hoped I was feeling better and to let her know if I had any questions that I didn't get to ask since I had to leave early.

Sigh. I'm a winner. Oh and seriously, check out Jackson's blog. I think she and I could be very good friends in real life so if you like what I say or think I'm a little bit funny, she is a million times better. Seriously, GO!

P.S. This post's lyrics are by Michael Jackson. Get it? You got it!

"And I'm invisible and everyone knows who you are/ ... Give me a photo to hang on my wall/ Superstar""

I have had a brush with fame.

Now I have already admitted I am a bit celeb-obsessed. In fact the topic somehow came up at my family's Christmas dinner (probably because I was gushing about some minor celeb) and this question came up: Which celebrity would you be genuinely starstruck around? Now I didn't lie and admitted sometimes I even get flustered when the associate pastor at my church is milling about the crowd. Brenda Woods, a local Atlanta news anchor, goes there too and I always point her out to my mom in a quiet whisper. One time I missed running into Matthew Stafford (UGA's former quarterback who is now QB for the Detroit Lions) by about an inch and I almost died (he was standing directly behind me in line at Jittery Joe's so when I turned around and he was RIGHT there. I think I gasped but it was more so because I almost slammed into him and would have gasped even if he hadn't been a star football player, who is rather attractive). So it's admitted, even minor popularity gets a big reaction from me. Some of my siblings tried to say that they would only freak out around a former president or some an A-list movie star. Whatever, they are liars.

But before we get to my awesome, albeit small, brush with fame, some background information: One of my favorite blogs to read is B-Side Blog. He created the other site I pimp on here but this is his own personal blog. He is high-larious. It takes a lot for me to laugh out loud at a website but he almost always accomplishes that. He blogs about Survivor, The Hills, living in LA, he does cooking adventures, and his flogs (live blogging when he is flying on a plane with wi-fi) are comedic gold. In a word he is AWESOME. So he blogged about the most recent season of Survivor and he said how NiceRussell looked like he could be in Dave Matthews Band and he would always have NiceRussell saying DMB lyrics along with "Shambo on sax!" in his recaps. It doesn't sound funny when I say it but it was hilarious. You should check it out if you're a Survivor fan.

So DMB's song was in a promo for the BSC Championship game last night (Poor Colt McCoy) and the second he came on all I thought was "Shambo on sax!" And this made me giggle. I happened to be on Twitter at the time and thought I should say something to B-Side. Now, while I like to know what the celebs are saying on Twitter, I rarely if ever say anything @ or directly to them. They get hundreds a day, why would they care about me? But this was funny, it was quoting him so that's flattering so I figured why not, so I said:

Simple, not too fan girl. Okay, okay. So then I saw that not too many people say something @ B-side. In fact, the last person that did, he responded to. You mean I could register on my favorite blogger's radar?! I was giddy. But alas, several hours passed, Texas couldn't accomplish a come from behind victory and there was no reply from B-side. I retired to my room to read before hitting the hay.

Long story, short(er): I read something in a book that I wanted to Google so I looked it up on my trusty iPhone. Then without really thinking I checked Twitter and I saw "the blue box" on my home page. Meaning someone said something directly to me. Now I had been tweeting back and forth with my friend HW so I expected it to be her but no, it was this:

That's right. I screen captured it. I'm a dork!

B-Side said something to me! ME! O.M.G. I told you it was small but it was exciting. He's one of my favorite (online) writers. It'd be like if Charles Dickens or Jane Austen said something to you on Twitter. Try to understand where I am coming from.

Well, I freaked out and got very excited cause I am a dork. But then I realized something: He only said it a few minutes ago, it might be the big tweet on his Twitter page! So I tripped over myself trying to get out of my bed that is piled with blankets thanks to this 20 degree weather we've been having and scrambled to my laptop on my desk. I get on Twitter and what do I see:

I'm slightly famous by slightly famous association!

He has 1,000+ followers and my name was there for all to see! And maybe he clicked on my name and read my tweets, and thought I was funny and then clicked on my website and saw this here blog and read it and loved it and is now reading this post and thinks I am a stalker and is somewhat worried. But he is admittedly sort of the same when it comes to celebs so I think he will like the gushing if he ever comes across this.

Oh and it gets better. He has a twitter feed on his blog. And I realized, OMG my name is probably on there and behold:

Ta da!

Very, very exciting. To me at least. I know you probably thought this post was lame and he's not even a real celebrity. But I recommend you check out his blog and read his hilarious stories and recaps and you too will fall a little bit in love with him and you'll understand where I am coming from. Might I recommend:

1. This Flog. And the exciting conclusion

2. Top Ten Baggage Claim Annoyances

3. About Sugar from Survivor: Gabon

I just reread the Flog and conclusion and I am cracking up. You really need to check it out.