Two More Hands

I need at least two more hands so I can type comments on blogs then write in my blog and eat my salad at the same time.

Marissa's blog made me question my morals. What if I had access to celebrity phone numbers? Would I call them out of curiosity? What would I say? I don't really have that kind of time on my hands to go around calling phone numbers now, but when I was a kid, my friend Sarah and I used to call up recording studios in New York and California and we were like, "Is Davy Jones available? Is Mick Jagger in? Could you leave a message for Billy Idol?" I would like Stephen King's e-mail address, though. I would ask him to proof read my papers. He'd be like, "Piss off! I don't have that kind of time!" The only actors, actresses, and singers I would really like to talk to are Brent Spiner (whom I've met), Scott Bakula, Tony Shaloub, Vincent D'Onofrio, Tim Curry, Simon Cowell, Susan Sarrandon, Steve Martin, Christopher Guest, Jamie Lee Curtis, Michael McKean, Jim Carrey, Robin Williams, the late Madeline Khan, Tori Amos (I came so close to meeting her), Ani DiFranco, and Beth Hart. Okay, so a small handful. Goodness, that was like a Christmas wish-list! What if I had access to all of their e-mail addresses and phone numbers? I hate calling people anyway and I would rather talk to them in person, you know, to get a picture and all. Besides, these folks work long hours and I know how I feel at the end of a fifteen hour day or after a show. I'm not always chatty Cathy. I believe in people's right to privacy, regardless if they are famous or not and regardless if their phone numbers are kept private or maliciously displayed on the internet. I would not blame Christina or Eminem one bit for being an arse to someone pretending to be a friend, however, why would you answer a call from a phone number you do not recognize? You cannot tell me these folks do not have caller id!