Book Signing
Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 2:26 am
The only time before tonight that I'd gone to a book signing was a few years ago when I was still working in radio, and Eric Burdon was signing copies of his book Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood. To be honest, the only reason I went was because he performed a few songs there at Borders, and I was looking to get some trim from one of the babes that worked at the station (mission accomplished). Other than that, the only other time I'd gotten an author to sign a book for me was when I was invited to visit John Wooden at his home, so that doesn't really count as a book signing.
But a few days ago, I was at the Borders around the corner from where I live, and saw a flyer announcing a book signing. So I figured wtf, and stood in line this evening to have the author sign his latest book, Palestine: Peace Not Apartheid. I'd never met a President before, and had read Our Endangered Values earlier this year (which I also had signed tonight). Of course, with the Secret Service there, I was only able to get about five feet away from Jimmy Carter, but he was pleasant enough, and looked up to greet those of us there to get his signature, until I told him that he should stop spoutin' off about Middle East policy until he gets expert advice on the subject from recognized authorities like mvscal and the other think tank analysts on T1B. He kindly told me to eat a dick, after which I was escorted out by those nice gentlemen in black suits.
Good times.
But a few days ago, I was at the Borders around the corner from where I live, and saw a flyer announcing a book signing. So I figured wtf, and stood in line this evening to have the author sign his latest book, Palestine: Peace Not Apartheid. I'd never met a President before, and had read Our Endangered Values earlier this year (which I also had signed tonight). Of course, with the Secret Service there, I was only able to get about five feet away from Jimmy Carter, but he was pleasant enough, and looked up to greet those of us there to get his signature, until I told him that he should stop spoutin' off about Middle East policy until he gets expert advice on the subject from recognized authorities like mvscal and the other think tank analysts on T1B. He kindly told me to eat a dick, after which I was escorted out by those nice gentlemen in black suits.
Good times.