Kel

I’d just like to ask him questions and let him talk on and on about the answers. I could do that for hours with as much as he has in his brain.

I’d love to kick his friggin’ ass for signing the Indian Removal act, and then after it was declared UNCONSTITUTIONAL and ILLEGAL by none other than the Supreme Court, Jackson still forced the removal, smugly saying in effect that the court could rule however they wanted, but let ‘em try and enforce their ruling.

Because the court can’t call into action any physical forces to enforce their rulings, and because no one had the guts to take any other action to stop the jackass president, the whole disgusting illegal Removal Act was carried out.

This was a super lousy precedent to set, with the executive branch snubbing the law – history does repeat itself – even today.

To THANK her – not just for the most electrifying concert I’ve ever seen, but for how much joy she brought to my grandmother, yup, born during World War One! I was learning to appreciate swing bands, and my grandmother borrowed my Tina Turner CDs, and my Ike & Tina Turner . She LOVED them.

I brought her the music DVD. She LOVED it and said, sitting there with her conservative white hair-do, JCPenney dress and matching pumps, with her hands clasped in pleasure, “You just HAVE to love somebody with so much ENERGY and TALENT!”

Grandma often played “Proud Mary” before going to church. She said she could sit through the dullest sermons with that “beat” inside her!

She died a few years ago, but would have been 92 this year. THANK YOU, TINA, for all you and your music did for Grandma! (and me, too!)

I don’t go in for celebrity chasing or autographs. I do admire Johnny Depp’s acting talent and variety of roles he has chosen. But…

One day friends hear there’s a movie crew in town with Johnny Depp. They trail after the filming over several days. They ask me for a ride when the filming is near my area, so I take them and park in the general vicinity. They go off a few blocks where the action is. I sit alone in the grass leafing through an old Rolling Stone magazine they’d accidentally left behind that has a cover story on Johnny Depp.

A van pulls up and Johnny Depp and another guy get out to head over where the cameras and stuff are. I KNOW my friends will disembowel me if I don’t get their blasted magazine autographed but HATE getting in Depp’s way for it. I reluctantly ask if he’d mind signing it. He’s so cool about it, asks what I wanted written, thumbs through the article, makes fun of one of the photos of himself. I quickly thank him and try to politely get my stupid-fan-butt out of his life, but he actually calls over to me to thank me! An autograph hunter’s dream, eh? Very gracious. Very much a gentleman.

My friends appreciate my effort, but think it’s so unfair that fate would give me the opportunity they’d dreamed of and slogged all over town to get.

I think I would not cope well with fame or fans.

When I told a friend I thought Carrie Fisher would be a cool neighbor, he told me I would like Janeane Garofalo, too. He loaned me a VHS of one of her stand-up shows and I LOVED IT! She is obviously very intelligent, liberal, cynical, hysterically funny – totally great! I don’t know how I’ve lived as long as I have and been a fairly regular television and movie viewer and haven’t seen anything this woman has done. It’s one of those puzzling situations in life when everybody seems to know something you don’t, but it seems like a basic thing everybody should know. So now I’ll look for more to fill the inexplicably vacant Garofalo part of my brain. It is something to look forward to!

As far as wanting to actually meet these people, I don’t think that’s necessary. I can love their performer personas, but maybe not really like their everyday selves. I never understood getting autographs or getting to meet someone famous for two seconds. Autograph hounds lead me to think they’d probably like even better to get a severed, preserved finger from the celebrity or something. To OWN part of the person.
If I like a person on screen, that’s where I like the person. That’s enough.

I would actually like to be a friendly neighbor of Carrie Fisher so I could enjoy her sharp and caustic wit on a regular, casual basis. I do admire a cleverly acid tongue! She seems to have a fine brain in addition to her sense of humor, both enhancing the other.

This guy seemed to be interested in everything! That is a great attitude, but he also had the brains to work on his goals and the ability to think in his own way – beyond his day and time. Very much an individual and a bright and witty guy.