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Caty Neis

I know I am not eligible, but I want a signed original! This book is hilarious, and everyone should sign up to get PCST delivered by email. Its a bright spot in my day.

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Doug is a great guy.

I sat next to him at the NCS booth at Comic Con this year. His material is hilarious. If this new book is as good as his others, it's a MUST HAVE for Christmas!

Here's my brush with celebrity: I'm doing a comic strip for Greg Grunberg. Um, that's about it.

Shlomo127

When I was kid, I was super excited for the family vacation; we were finally going to Disney World! It had been my dream to visit the parks, and meet my cartoon idol at the time, Goofy. Sure, Mickey was the more popular choice, but my favorite has always been Goofy. My parents knew how excited I was and even arranged for us to go to one of those “Meet & Greet” breakfasts they have where the characters come around the tables on the second day of the trip. This turned out to be a smart move because on our first day in the park Goofy was nowhere to be found! Sure there was Mickey at almost every turn, Daisy Duck and even Pluto showed up at some point, but no Goofy. I remember being upset by this but consoled by the knowledge that I was having breakfast with the main dog himself the next morning.

Low and behold, the next morning comes around and during the meal none other than Goofy stops by the table to wave and pose for a picture. Not even being phased by the apparent loss of his voice (he must have been sick) I quickly got next to him for a photo. Before my father could get the camera ready I took off my Donald Duck hat (it looked like Donald, even had a bill that would squeak! I’m assuming they didn’t have a goofy version) and placed it on Goofy’s head. I thought this would be the type of ironic humor that Goofy himself would appreciate, and he didn’t seem to mind as we posed for our picture together. Then Goofy started walking off with my hat! I told my dad what I had done and he quickly went after Goofy to get my hat back, which I happily wore for the remainder of the trip, and probably still have somewhere in my basement.

Anyways, I still remember wondering why Goofy didn’t realize that I had put a hat on his head and walked away with it…. It was the beginning of the realization that all children come to about these cartoon celebrities… I think I still have the picture somewhere too.

Well, that was MY brush with “celebrity”…. I really like the Pop Culture Shock Therapy strip, but unfortunately none of my local papers get it. I already signed up to get the strip emailed to me, but would love a book collection to be able to read and show my friends. So many people think it’s funny to just reference pop culture (All those lame “Disaster Movie, Date Movie, etc.”), but Doug manages to actually create a consistently funny comic about pop culture. I tip my hat off to you sir, well done!

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Teresa

I already have Doug's new book, but I'll share my story anyway.

Several years ago, I saw Walter F. Mondale "steal" a cantaloupe from the City Market in Kansas City. The melon vendor later confirmed that no one from Mondale's entourage paid him for the cantaloupe either. (Truth is stranger than fiction.)

Cori

When I was about 2, I got away from my parents in the Dallas airport and dashed around the corner, to their great consternation. Before they could catch up to me, who should turn the corner with me in his arms but the great Luciano Pavarotti, the famous Italian tenor, who graciously returned me to my dumbfounded parents. Given that my father was just beginning his own career in opera, it was especially coincidental. Go Doug!

Colleen Sheehy

I was one of the ushers in college (Douglass X77) and got to meet Eubie Blake, Isaac Azimov, and The Amazing Kreskin when each appeared at Voorhees Chapel on campus. Mr Blake reminded me of my grandfather, as both gentlemen told stories about honky-tonks and other music venues during the '20s and '30s that would curl your hair (My grandfather was a vice cop...).
My brother, Dennis M. Toft Sr., is a celebrity in legal circles, and was a member of Governor Christie's transition team.
The real story is about my mom. She used to visit friends in Princeton NJ as a girl, and she and her girlfriend made a point of going down the street to call on "the old man". He was an immigrant from Germany who worked at the University, and he didn't wear socks if he could help it. The "old man" enjoyed seeing the little girls, and would sit on his porch with them and tell them about his childhood, and listen to their tales of school and their neighborhood friends. It was several years before my mother figured out that "the old man" was Albert Einstein.
As for me, I'm a nobody and I kind of like it that way. Been Facebook friends with Doug for a while along with a gazillion other people, if that counts. Hey Doug - want to be Frontierville neighbors?

Doug Bratton

I just have to say that, although the judges will likely see things differently, I think Colleen should get bonus points for entering "being Doug's Facebook friend" as her brush with greatness.

Adele

I'm physically disabled which means I walk with crutches. I was standing around at a figure skating after party and my crutches happened to just sorta stick out away from me. My brush with celebrity was when Alexei Yagudin tripped over one of my crutches, apologizing profusely. I can just imagine though if he had tripped and fallen in some wrong way, I could have definitely caused some troubles in his career.

Tobin Crenshaw

I was coming home from a seminar that lasted for almost 40 hours in three days. Totally exhausted, Mr. T checked into his flight right in front of me. He got an escort from the airport security, checked his bags and left. Was so tired the next day that I forgot it was me in the airport and asked my friend to tell me again about how he ran into Mr. T. He just looked at me like I was crazy, and for that moment I really was!!!

Donna Quinn

My husband and I had finished an early dinner in San Diego's Old Town. "Gilligan, the Musical" was appearing at the playhouse and the performance had just ended. The restaurant lobby was packed and there seemed to be no way to get through the crowd.

Suddenly a voice said "aw just shove 'em aside." I looked up and there was Bob Denver, the original Gilligan, smiling at me. I asked him if he was in the musical and he grinned even wider and said that he couldn't sing. I swear he blushed.

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Was so tired the next day that I forgot it was me in the airport and asked my friend to tell me again about how he ran into Mr. T. He just looked at me like I was crazy, and for that moment I really was!!!

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I too loved that show though I guess it was a later version of it. It aired on WLIR around here and was produced there at least for a year or so. I wrote to Flo and Eddie to see if they would be interested in the 26 shows I'd recorded but they weren't. I have them on CD now. They go from 11/24/80 to 7/5/81 with one unknown date. Great wide-ranging, pop-debasing, fun radio.

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So let’s hear your story, just reply below and if deemed worthy we will send you a book. Don’t forget to leave your GoComics username so we can track you down. We promise not to stalk you.

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The psychopath clipped Doug’s comics from a local newspaper and placed them in a journal accompanied by his own lunatic rants. Long story short, Doug ended up with the journal and published the book to spite the stalker… which is always smart.

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