Rubbin Up on the Famous

Many moons and years ago, I worked for the Mouse. Twas awesome to learn about the ins and outs and undergrounds of the great and powerful Big-Eared-One.

Even better was rubbin up on famous people. And by rubbin up on I mean scoped out, grabbed a broom, and faked like I needed to sweep something so I could squeeeeeeeze by Kevin Bacon while he waited in line.

I even once talked to Micheal J Fox about sending someone to get his bags. And by talked to I mean I said, “I’ll send someone up right away. Thank you, sir.”

I even once checked out the luggage from some ladies from a big-time daytime talk-over-one-another hot topics show. And by checked out I mean peeked in and saw a dress. I know – bad – slap me.

I even once stood across a walkway from Coolio. And by stood across from, I mean stood across from.

Until this weekend, my only run-ins with famous people was stalking happening to run into the stars at my job with the Mouse.

That is until one of my best imaginary online friends was featured in a major newspaper. Or, as he called it, “the Irish fecking Times.” To those of us not Irish or have been to Ireland or know an Irishman or 99.6% of the world, the Irish fecking Times is the New York fucking Times of Ireland. Like big time.

My friend, of the now-famous XBox4NappyRash, was featured in a a list o’blogs to read. Holy shite. BIG time.

Not only was he featured in the Irish fecking Times, but he was a finalist in the Irish Blog Awards and apparently should have won but some brand new fecking blog stole his title away, for fuck’s sake.

Congrats, my friend, and don’t let all this notoriety go to your head. It’s not like you’re Jonathan Rhys Myers or Collin Farrell.

Way to go, brother-ish.

You can leave your notes of congratulations here. He’s too important to read all of his own comments at his own blog now. But I’ll force him to read these.

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