|11/3/2013 6:03:00 AM|
Column: Basking in the reflected glory of retweets
Everyone wants a piece of Casey ever since he got retweeted by Josh Groban.
So, I'm a pretty important guy. You can tell by how many celebrities I know.
Well, "know" might be kind of a strong word. But I've met my fair share of celebrities.
Well, "met" might be a bit misleading, and "fair share" may not accurately reflect the number of celebrities I've seen.
Well, "seen" might not be the right word.
Anyway, I'm still an important guy because of all the celebrities that I've had very brief brushes with. I've spoken with not one, not two, but three celebrities on Twitter. First, Michael Ian Black. Well, he might not be a "celebrity." Do I really have to keep qualifying myself?
Mr. Black, a comedian, responded to a tweet of mine once. All I really remember is that he said that rice cakes are inferior to actual cake. (Note: He's not wrong.).
And Julia Louis-Dreyfus of "Seinfeld" fame responded to a tweet of mine. She had posted on Twitter that all of her followers should start following her brother-in-law as well (that's how Twitter works. You don't "friend" people like on Facebook. You just find someone you like and hit the "follow" button. Personally, I hate the idea of "following," but it's what you do on Twitter. I like to think that I "lead" my followers, so that helps).
After Julia told her followers to follow her brother-in-law, I responded to her that she was "bossy." And she replied "And how!"
So we're totally best friends.
But one person on Twitter who most people may actually recognize as a celebrity actually re-tweeted me. (A retweet is when someone takes your tweet and posts in on their twitter wall or timeline. You get all the credit, and get your name up in lights, well not lights really, but you get the idea.)
I'm a follower of popular singer Josh Groban. Couldn't tell you a single song the man sings, but man, is he funny. One day, I noticed that he was generously retweeting all the nice things people were saying about him. So I tweeted "I have a huge man-crush on Josh Groban (Not really, but he's retweeting nice things people are saying about him.)"
And he retweeted it. And then I started getting hate mail. Seriously, his fans were super mad. Not because I denied having a man-crush on Josh Groban (I really don't), but because he deigned to give me, a non-fan, the credit of being retweeted, where as they love him, worship him, have shrines built to him, have Josh Groban tattoos, and probably have shelled out some bucks for his albums (all things I haven't done), and they are routinely ignored.
Whatever, nerds. Josh LOVES me.
But I've actually met a few famous people in real life, too. Not many (see former columns to see how I'm not very friendly or nice and how I sometimes spit when I talk), but a few. I once saw Big Daddy Don Garlits at the Bonneville Salt Flats. Didn't talk to him. Didn't really even know who he was for sure, but my dad, the racing junkie, was sure excited about it.
And I met Eddie Hill, the first drag racer to beat the five-second quarter mile. This was also with my dad. He was a nice guy, but honestly, I was more impressed because I'd seen him on TV.
And I've met a few non-racing-related people, too. I got to meet my favorite author, Christopher Moore, at the Poisoned Pen in Scottsdale. I waited in line to have him sign my book, and when I finally got to talk to him, I was totally starstruck. Here I was, meeting this guy whose books I loved, and we talked about Neuticles.
Seriously, Neuticles. The prosthetic testicles that some people with too much money shell out for their neutered dogs. In my defense, he brought it up.
And I got to meet the magicians Penn and Teller at their show in Vegas. After the show, they hang out in the lobby and sign autographs and pose for pictures. I was too shy to ask for a picture with the diminutive Teller; I just passed him my program for him to sign. But I really wanted a picture with the enormous Penn. He put his hand on my shoulder and my wife Sarah held up the camera. Nothing.
"Press the button halfway down," Penn suggested.
"Casey, the battery is dead," said Sarah. So no picture. I still blame Sarah to this day. Of course, I had forgotten entirely about the event until writing this column. She'll be getting the silent treatment for the next 15 minutes.
And in law school, I met Johnny Cochran, OJ Simpson's attorney. He kept shaking my hand. He also had cufflinks with clocks on them, one set for east coast time and one set for west coast time. He was very impressed with me, naturally.
But by far, my favorite brush with celebrity was when I got to meet John Cleese of "Monty Python" and "Fawlty Towers" fame. He was giving a talk in Scottsdale on his "First Annual Alimony Tour." He had recently gotten divorced and his wife got a HUGE settlement. So he was touring the country, giving a talk about his life, and making scads of cash to pay to his ex-wife.
After the talk, I noticed him peeking around the curtain on the stage, so I wandered up there. He kindly signed my program and we briefly chatted.
What did I talk about with this royalty of British comedy, this man who has appeared in dozens of movies (including the "Harry Potter" movies, which impresses my girls, and he's played Q in the James Bond movies), this man who turned down a peerage, which is apparently an impressive thing?
We chatted about how he was the first person to use the s-word on British television.
Lord Byron once said, "A celebrity is one who is known by many people he is glad he doesn't know."
But I'm sure each of those celebrities was sure glad to meet me. Maybe not John Cleese. Darn it.
Posted: Sunday, November 03, 2013
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Jolinda Van Haren
Once again, funny column! ( he brought up neuticles? R-i-g-h-t)
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