Degrees of separation

A brief interaction yesterday led me to proclaim that I am now officially two degrees separated from the multi-talented screenwriter/producer/director/author/composer/actor Joss Whedon, and that one of those degrees is the also-multi-talented actress/producer/singer/writer Felicia Day. Wheeee! I can revel in it for a fleeting moment, can't I? You bet I can.

Drew totally rolled her eyes at me for fangirling, but really she should be excited that as of Saturday evening and thanks to her very own mother (and this cute girl, and some nurses) she is now officially three degrees separated from Justin Bieber!

All that (and a recent discussion about the upcoming Sundance Film Festival) got me thinking about my various brief brushes with fame. I'm probably forgetting a bunch of famous people I know first-person, or at least can say I once drove back to their condo from a Park City bar or movie theater. Oh, I can claim I nearly killed Holly Hunter, but I'm still not sure that's something I should be reminding people about. Much better to say that I made Jizelle Jade wait for hours at my house while I completely failed at sewing the cape for her mom's cosplay costume. Um, yeah. Maybe not.

Do any of you three people who sometimes read my blog have something better? That really cannot be too difficult, I'm sure.