Sleepless and spamming
Aug. 20th, 2003 12:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Speaking of obsessive fans (well, sort of. obliquely), Tom Felton is in the North Country for some Junior Carp Fishing Tournament. Apparently young Mr. Malfoy is an avid fisherman; he was up here last year, too. But the poor kid- they had an interview with him on the local news (he did a signing or something, I wasn't paying that much attention), and he had to point out that when he's standing there with a fishing rod and bait and stuff, that's because he wants to fish. And fangirly squeals scare away the fish. So no pouncing, please.
Really, who would pounce on a person who's fishing? Fishing brings out the boring in even the most interesting people. You could be chatting merrily with Hildegarde von Bingen, Benjamin Franklin and Peter O'Toole, and as soon as you handed around the fishing rods, all they'd want to talk about would be whether that's the right kind of fly (no, of course it isn't, it never is) and if leeches or grubs are the more effective bait and this amazing top-secret spot where the bass are the size of tuna and just begging to be caught, only they can't tell you where it is because then everyone would know.
Talk about fishing, Tom. That'll scare the fangirls away.
Hm. One of the cats is sitting here, glaring at me, with his big, sharp fangs sticking out. I have no idea what he wants. So if I suddenly stop answering comments, I've probably been eaten.
Speaking of obsessive fans (well, sort of. obliquely), Tom Felton is in the North Country for some Junior Carp Fishing Tournament. Apparently young Mr. Malfoy is an avid fisherman; he was up here last year, too. But the poor kid- they had an interview with him on the local news (he did a signing or something, I wasn't paying that much attention), and he had to point out that when he's standing there with a fishing rod and bait and stuff, that's because he wants to fish. And fangirly squeals scare away the fish. So no pouncing, please.
Really, who would pounce on a person who's fishing? Fishing brings out the boring in even the most interesting people. You could be chatting merrily with Hildegarde von Bingen, Benjamin Franklin and Peter O'Toole, and as soon as you handed around the fishing rods, all they'd want to talk about would be whether that's the right kind of fly (no, of course it isn't, it never is) and if leeches or grubs are the more effective bait and this amazing top-secret spot where the bass are the size of tuna and just begging to be caught, only they can't tell you where it is because then everyone would know.
Talk about fishing, Tom. That'll scare the fangirls away.
Hm. One of the cats is sitting here, glaring at me, with his big, sharp fangs sticking out. I have no idea what he wants. So if I suddenly stop answering comments, I've probably been eaten.
