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I wouldn't say this guy is a celebrity by any stretch, but pretty much everyone who watches TV and lives in Toronto (I don't know about the rest of the country) knows this guy... I just ran into the guy from the Rogers commercials at the bank machine. (The one where the guy loses his signal at the most inopportune moment and gapes at someone nearby who is still getting their signal because they're using Rogers.)
The funny thing is that it felt much more like an "OMG, someone famous!" moment than meeting any actor at a con has been. I don't know if that's because I wasn't working and so the wall of professionalism wasn't there - I had a similar feeling when I bumped into George Strombolopoulos a couple of months ago.
(Or maybe it's just because this guy's better looking in real life than he is in those commercials... frankly, I always thought he looked kind of goofy on TV. The three days' worth of stubble probably helped, too. *grin*)
I had a good day at work - I got the last tweaks to the applicant report I was working on done (and they were just tiny tweaks, having to do with spacing - creating a PDF document in code is not easy to get right - fixed a couple of bugs, and made a couple of requested changes involving the list of private employers regions.)
I managed to make it home just as the rain started. I was fishing for my wallet to get my key card out and looked across the parking lot. I thought, "That's odd, it looks like it's raining, but I don't feel anything." I looked up, and still felt nothing. All of a sudden, I heard the front moving toward me - the sound of water hitting the leaves of the trees that line the parking lot was unmistakable. So I ran the last three steps and got under the overhang just as it hit where I'd been standing. Nice timing. :) (Good thing I decided to put off going to the post office to pick up the package that's waiting for me until tomorrow.)
Now... dinner, then panelist approvals in the database, a little more schedule Jenga (one of our Forensics speakers is apparently only available on Sunday), then I have to send out some paperwork that's due tonight. Provided listening to John Barrowman's "Another Side" album doesn't put me to sleep... maybe I should put on "Reflections Of Broadway" instead and belt out some Sondheim.
The funny thing is that it felt much more like an "OMG, someone famous!" moment than meeting any actor at a con has been. I don't know if that's because I wasn't working and so the wall of professionalism wasn't there - I had a similar feeling when I bumped into George Strombolopoulos a couple of months ago.
(Or maybe it's just because this guy's better looking in real life than he is in those commercials... frankly, I always thought he looked kind of goofy on TV. The three days' worth of stubble probably helped, too. *grin*)
I had a good day at work - I got the last tweaks to the applicant report I was working on done (and they were just tiny tweaks, having to do with spacing - creating a PDF document in code is not easy to get right - fixed a couple of bugs, and made a couple of requested changes involving the list of private employers regions.)
I managed to make it home just as the rain started. I was fishing for my wallet to get my key card out and looked across the parking lot. I thought, "That's odd, it looks like it's raining, but I don't feel anything." I looked up, and still felt nothing. All of a sudden, I heard the front moving toward me - the sound of water hitting the leaves of the trees that line the parking lot was unmistakable. So I ran the last three steps and got under the overhang just as it hit where I'd been standing. Nice timing. :) (Good thing I decided to put off going to the post office to pick up the package that's waiting for me until tomorrow.)
Now... dinner, then panelist approvals in the database, a little more schedule Jenga (one of our Forensics speakers is apparently only available on Sunday), then I have to send out some paperwork that's due tonight. Provided listening to John Barrowman's "Another Side" album doesn't put me to sleep... maybe I should put on "Reflections Of Broadway" instead and belt out some Sondheim.
