Get treated like a rock star! Or movie star!

As someone who's not very star-struck, (my wife is the one who keeps me up to date on what stars are up to, the latest Brad and Angelina rumors, etc.- my viewing habits tend more towards Mythbusters and science channel fare) I've actually gone to movie and television stars homes to service their equipment and not even recognized them, only finding out later that they're so-and-so from that show or movie.

Which means everyone gets the same-top-of-the-line cadillac service, since we can never be sure who might be a REALLY BIG DEAL in Hollywood or whatever industry- (how would I recognize an executive?) or just someone like my aunt who knows simply everyone and is happy to pass on our contact info to their friends and family.

It all kind of stems back to when I was a teen and at a Star Trek convention listening to Michael Dorn (the guy who played the klingon on Next Generation) speechify while we waited for the auction- smart of them to schedule it that way- and realized that a couple years ago, this guy was maybe waiting tables, analyzed what he was saying and didn't find it terribly compelling or life changing, and wandered out to the vendor area and negotiated a great deal on some trinkets and toys in the nearly empty shopping area.

You see, everyone else (right now listening to blather, sorry Michael, I'm sure you're a great guy) had saved most of their money to try and win something at the auction, and so sales were slow, so they were willing to bargain.

I'd also just like to apologize here for not making a fuss over William Katt when I met him while working on his neighbors treadmill- my normal reaction to seeing someone famous is to let them go about their business, not interrupt them while they're eating, try not to make them uncomfortable by unnecessarily pointing out; "Hey, you're that guy from tv!".

In this case, I think I might have hurt his feelings a little by NOT making a fuss- after all, actors didn't become actors because they DON'T want attention. (duhh...)

He came walking up and said hi and asked what I was doing, and as I told him I was fixing the treadmill, he saw in my face that I recognized him, but didn't say anything about him being the Greatest American Hero guy, which he may have interpreted to mean that I thought; "hey, it's that spaz who used to flail about in long underwear." and wasn't a fan.

In fact, I loved that show, watched it religiously, and even got the box set for my wife's birthday a month or so later. (More proof that she's perfect for me, since she loves the same stuff I do...)

Amazing that the it boy of the time, Michael Pare, had EQUAL billing in the opening credits of that show, even though he would usually appear for like 5-10 minutes an episode, I had forgotten about that...

I should have fawned at least a bit and got a picture with him- that would have been fun, and he wouldn't have had his feelings hurt.

And when I come to your house, you could even tell me you're a movie or tv star, I won't know the difference...