I was sitting at my temporary desk here at work (which is right inside the main door and overlooks the parking lot) when a cab pulled up. No big deal, our darkroom tech (who is blind) cabs to and from work everyday. But who should step out but John Flansburg, followed by his Brother in Rock John Linnell. They Might Be Giants just stepped into my fucking office. I knew that their new DVD was being cut in one of our suites upstairs, and that they have a couple of shows in the LA area this week, but it never even crossed my mind that they would come in to check with the editor.

Just to give some background, I've been a TMBG fan since 1986. Their fist album, was in fact, the very first CD I ever owned. I've seen them live 6 or 7 times. And here they are asking me if there is any coffee. I somehow managed to speak and tell them that I'll put a fresh pot on, and show them up to the suite. As we walked up the stairs I stammered, "I would normally not say anything, but this is too much. I've been a huge fan of yours for pretty much my whole life." They were very nice and thanked me. Before they entered the editing suite.

I still can't believe it. They came back down a few minuets later for the coffee and thanked me again. Julie and I have often talked about seeing celebrities, and who we would actually have to say something to if we saw them (as we usually have to do the "cool LA" thing and at they very MOST say "hey" at the famous people.) Steven Soderbergh was sitting one booth over from us at dinner on Friday night I can did nothing more than smile at him, but seeing John and John was like seeing mythic figures step into reality from some extra-planar realm.

So much for having a shitty day!