"I went in to the hospital to have a baby last week and came back out not recognizing my own country," she tweeted Monday (January 30).
Someone brought me wine, someone else brought me an entire care package including memory sticks and tickets to Disneyland.
Though I love the swag, I feel obliged to remind folks that the “Something Cool” rule only applies to books you’re mailing in for me to sign.
I was answering some question or another, and I looked out and saw Felicia Day sitting at the back of the crowd. Or like the modern-day fantasy author version of the Fonz: Neil Gaiman. The guy clung to Gaiman and wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Now this is the point in the story where I don’t exactly know what I should say. I found it irritating from a distance of fifteen feet, but Gaiman was unfailingly polite through the whole exchange. I honestly don’t know how I come across in public, but sometimes I expect that it’s something like the way my old dog, Pup, used to behave.
If we’re going to get technical, I would have to explain to people that I’m not originally from Madison proper.