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“We’re fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.”
[my art blog dedicated to everyday muses]
And many more…James McAvoy
Benedict Cumberbatch
Romola Garai
Sophie Okonedo
Andrew Scott
Anthony Head
Bernard Cribbins
Maureen Lipman
And
Sir Christopher Lee
Is this the best cast ever or what?
Tears, so many tears
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So I work at a Museum Store in a science-y place. I was cashiering when my coworker ran up to me and said “Amanda Palmer and Neil Gaiman are here. Do you want me to take your register?” I immediately agreed, grabbed blank receipt paper and a pen and ran. Amanda and Neil not only gave me their autographs, BUT THEY DREW ME SILLY DINOSAURS. I was so starstruck that the only words I said to NEIL GAIMAN, THE WRITER OF “THE DOCTOR’S WIFE” AND “STARDUST” were “…Can you sign too, please? Thanks so much.” I’m rather disappointed in myself, but it’s alright because I have an ALIEN-PIZZASARUS AND A UKULELESAUR.
Photo courtesy of my wonderful coworker, Shannanimal.
Oh my erratically beating heart :’)
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This was my favourite cosplayer. She’s dressed as Death of The Endless from Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman graphic novel series. Oh and I’m here as well. Welp.
I remember when I created Death wondering if there would ever be Death cosplayers. Back then there were almost no women reading mainstream comics, so it seemed unlikely. And now, 25 years later, she’s caught up with us…
Mr. Gaiman is so wonderfully humble and sweet! And man I would love to do a Death or Delirium cosplay one day…
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Oh, dear God.
I was relieved when Stephen Fry and I drew with 50% of the Anglophenia vote each. There, I thought. That’s the way to do it. Honour is satisfied, and I do not have to apologise to anyone, or worry or ever think about this thing again.
I think people in BBC America are having too much fun with this contest.
One vote?
ALAN FUCKING RICKMAN?
Neil Gaiman famously posted on his Tumblr that he didn’t stand a chance against Stephen Fry in their Round 1 battle. But the novelist triumphed over his “national treasure” opponent – by ONE vote. (There were more lead changes in this matchup than in Bush/Gore.) This could be a case of “out of the frying pan and into the fire,” as Gaiman now faces last year’s champion Alan Rickman (who beat Gary Oldman in Round 1).
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Well, I know that I’d watch it…
Please, PLEASE someone make this movie. You can have all my monies.
Whoa, a Neil-Gaiman-approved fan-casting of Good Omens (funnily enough with two of my BBs leading man-lusts). Not bad… though I wonder if Cumberbatch’s Aziraphale could be prissy enough (he looks a little too diabolical for a stuffy huffy angel but maybe its coz I associate him with Sherlock).
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I met the owner of this tattoo last night, at Kickstarter’s third birthday party. She was really nice, and only showed me the tattoo when Amanda asked to see it (I was much too shy).
She asked how I felt about people with tattoos of my words on them, and I told her I felt honoured.
And afterward, I thought, yes. That really is how I feel: not proud, just that it is an honour to have given people something they felt was important enough to place permanently on their skin.
This is my fifth tattoo, second literary. It’s a quote from Neil Gaiman’s American Gods that reminds me to always believe in something, to have wonder, and be open to magic. It’s the beginning of a long and brilliant soliloquy by Girl Sam.
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I mentioned to the remarkable Amanda Palmer (currently about to do some small practice gigs with her new band then record a new album in Melbourne, Australia) that I wished there was someone who’d magically show up and make me a cup of tea or who I could have dinner with. It’s the sort of thing you say, in passing, over the phone, to your wife when you’re off on your own in a borrowed house, writing, and not actually seeing anybody at all during a normal day.
She not only agreed enthusiastically, but now seems to be planning some kind of Win a Dinner With Neil Contest. (“I could have each contestant send a photo and write a hundred words on why they are not crazy or at least not dangerously crazy….”)
Which made me grin ruefully, sigh, shake my head, and start plotting something a lot less complicated than Amanda’s If You’re In Florida You Could Win a Dinner With Neil competition…
I have hatched a small mad scheme of my own for Amanda for Valentine’s Day in Melbourne. (It wasn’t easy. I know she won’t be impressed with flowers. And I’ve already sent her burlesque dancers, two Valentine’s Day ago. But she really likes being loved… And I thought, as a husband 12,000 miles away, I wonder if I could arrange that…)
This is the plan: tomorrow, which will be Valentine’s Day in Australia, somewhere around 8:00pm, Amanda will be getting off a tram somewhere in Melbourne. I do not know exactly where or when, but I will know in a few hours, when I wake up and about the time people in Melbourne are falling asleep. And I’ll post the time and the location here when I do. It will probably be either very close to a pub or a venue.
And I want any of you who think it might be an interesting way to spend a little time to turn up to wherever-the-place is, and kiss her, and let her know it’s from me. (That is important.) (Well, it is to me.) The kiss can be anything from a polite peck on the cheek to a full-on pash, as long as she’s comfortable with it. Just tell her it’s from me. And that invitation applies to members of all and any genders, and to people of all ages, ethnicities, body types and humanoid species (yes, Neanderthals, I’m looking at you here).
I’m announcing this here on Tumblr because I do not think Amanda ever spends much time on Tumblr. Twitter, yes. Blog, yes. Tumblr and Facebook, no.
And yes, I know that there are no secrets on the Internet. And obviously any of you can blow my whole mad surprise plan of having a lot of people turn up and unexpectedly kiss her from me, by simply tweeting to her that she should come and read this, or (if you are in Melbourne) just mentioning the plan it to her if you see her on the streets.
But… please don’t.
(Or, in the immortal words of Wil Wheaton, Don’t Be a Dick.)
(If you need to talk about this on Twitter, don’t mention her Twitter name (@amandapalmer) and she’s unlikely to read it.)
She probably won’t suspect anything.
And PART 2 - WHERE and WHEN will post when I get the location, tomorrow…
Ugh. Neil Gaiman is the sweetest person alive. Do I have any Melbourne followers who actually actively read this blog? If so, it would be rad if you could be a part of this, this is the nicest thing ever.
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恭喜发财 everyone.
This one is just for Tumblr. You can tell because I am in my pyjamas. (I just had to teach my computer the spelling Pyjamas, after it corrected it to pajamas)
This makes me extra happy coz I’m a dragon baby myself. Happy Year of The Dragon everybody!
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An 8in8 video. Made (as all the 8in8 videos were) by fans.
I’m singing, Ben Folds is playing the piano.
Streaming and downloadable (with the other 8in8 songs) at http://music.amandapalmer.net/album/nighty-night
Neil Gaiman singing. ‘Nuff said.
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