a shout into the void.

Forgive my awkward writing, I’m not feeling quite eloquent as of yet (that last phrasing was to trick you into thinking otherwise… Did it work?) I’m coming home from Wellesley right now, after attending the tour de nerdfighting. I met up with Jenna, got pretty fucking amazing seats, and the performance itself was fantastic. Afterwards, I waited for three hours in the auditorium until my number (824) was called… Then waited in line for about 20 more minutes. So worth it. Background: my gym teacher’s father, and coincidentally my dad’s friend, Ron Magers, invented the sing-a-ma-jig… I’ve met him a few times, and when I found out I would get the chance to meet John, I asked Ron if he would write him a note… “John: love your blog. Thanks for giving my toys some air time. Wait till you see what we’re doing next!” So I’ve waited for about 3.5 hrs to meet John, Hank, and the Katherine. It went something like this… John: Hi, what’s going on? Me: Hi John. First off I wanted to thank you. And ummmmm I know you can’t sign personal belongings and I get that, but I just wanted to give you this *hands him note* because I happen to know the guy who invented the sing-a-ma-jig, and he happens to really like you, so he wrote you this for you. John: wait like you know the actual guy who invented the actual toy? Me: Yes the actual guy! John: *grins that stupid wide goofy grin* That’s awesome!!!! Me: Yeah ummm so I just wanted to let you know even though you can’t- John: are you kidding? For the •actual• inventor? *laughs and winks* of course I can sign it! … Just don’t… Tell anybody. Me: haha okay I won’t. (as he’s signing LfA) I also just really wanted to thank you… For ummm… Basically looking for Alaska saved my life. And so I’m really grateful for that. John: (looks up) Wow, thank you, that means so much to me. I’m glad the gratitude is mutual! But seriously thank you for that. Me: Thank •you• so much! And umm best wishes. John: *Smiles again (god dammit)* Haha you too.