Meeting Neil Gaiman
I met Neil last night. Well, dreamed about him. But given his cosmology of dreams, isn't meeting him in dreams a form of meeting him?
He was sitting on a couch, surrounded by a knot of people... disappointingly, he attracts a crowd even in dreams. Odd thing: Nicky, my first girlfriend, was there too. Odd because I met her before reading any NG, and yet I'd bet she's a fan too.
At one point Neil was showing me some sort of mobile phone that takes movies... he'd bought it for his son, I think, and was wondering if he'd like it.
In other news, I'm writing this from a hotel near Cleveland, snowed in. I hope it clears up enough to get to Chicago tomorrow, and I wish the person clomping around in the room above us would go get sedated...