giggling, stammering, and blushing may be preferable to the classic, "er, um, that'll give you bees"

I'm not sure if all of Monty Python is off limits, or if it's just him.

Cleese and Palin would be daunting, I expect. Not personally. Well, maybe Cleese, though my friend Matthew dated his daughter at one point and said he was quite pleasant.

The only time I got tongue tied was talking to D.J. Bonebrake, the drummer from X. But that's a band that really meant a lot to me. One of the reasons I moved to California, really. That and Love and Rockets (the comic) and Los Lobos.

I cannot be left anywhere in the vicinity of Adam Yauch. In fact, I do not think I can ever visit Manhattan. OK. Not any borough. I may be ok upstate. Other than that, meh. I make a jackass out of myself with some frequency, but it isn't just famous people or crushes, it's a general jackassyness.

The main way I avoid(ed) being tongue tied around celebrities? Negging. Or outrageous lies. Like, really through the roof making shit up. Both are very relaxing icebreakers. Can't recommend either enough.

I have a sudden need to hear this story.

We were on this cruise, and when we got off the ship, there was a "pirate," with a stuffed parrot on his shoulder, and you were supposed to take pictures with him or some shit? But he came up on msbelle from behind and touched her unexpectedly, and she just whomped him.

My friend Alison theorized that they tend to flip out as they approach developmental milestones.

Sounds like T. Berry Brazelton's Touchpoints. I think that's what it's called. The upshot is that they go backward in one or more areas before moving forward in another one.

The main way I avoid(ed) being tongue tied around celebrities? Negging. Or outrageous lies. Like, really through the roof making shit up. Both are very relaxing icebreakers. Can't recommend either enough.

I should come to LA, visit you and test your theory. FOR SCIENCE.

For the record, I have never met a celeb, minor or otherwise.

I had to tweet Colin about the wall heater. He's a celeb, right?

I should come to LA, visit you and test your theory. FOR SCIENCE.

I will do many things for science. Many things.

I had this thing going with Tommy Davidson (decidedly minor) where he started out being quite rude to me, so I was rude back, and by the end of it I was deliberately hip checking him in hallways and then bitchfacing him like "Why the fuck did you bump into me?" It was hysterical.

I need this cookbook so I can make proper rum and raisin ice cream.

I have a friend who NEEDS that!

We were on this cruise, and when we got off the ship, there was a "pirate," with a stuffed parrot on his shoulder, and you were supposed to take pictures with him or some shit? But he came up on msbelle from behind and touched her unexpectedly, and she just whomped him.

Well done indeed!