I Am What I Am [redux]

I'll be seeing Neil Gaiman later this evening, Gentle Reader. You may remember, I told you a couple of weeks ago how he and I met. Virtually speaking, of course.

Many of you, my new gentle readers, have come from that conversation, from the time he linked to me.

It is my hope, tonight, to have the opportunity to thank him. That's probably a realistic hope. Less realistic is my hope that he'll take me up on my email offer to buy him a beer at Gordon Biersch, and that, like Robert Scoble, he might agree to pose for this sort of picture.

Hey, a girl can hope, can't she?

Eventually, Postmodern Sass tells the story of how she almost met Neil Gaiman, but first, there's a minor car accident, followed by an incident that first shatters, then restores Sass's faith in America. And then there's Thanksgiving.