Here’s something to turn all you Lemony Snicket fans green. My wife’s boss (who is a dear friend) had dinner with “the man” himself. Ooooh. Aaaah. Yes, I am jealous. Shut up.
She was at a big book seller’s convention and got to take the place at the table of some bigwig that didn’t show up. She got to sit right next to M. Snicket and have a lovely discussion with him, including his top secret impressions of the upcoming film! (Which are: “Dunno. Couldn’t stand to sit around the boring movie set long enough.”).
The sad part of it all was that she was the only one at the table who knew who he was!