You are lying in bed alone, nude...

Suddenly and without warning, William Gibson comes into your bed!

What do you do?

Seriously...

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Originally posted by osier:

You are lying in bed alone, nude...

Suddenly and without warning, William Gibson comes into your bed!

What do you do?

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Oh, please. Haven't you ever worked in Hollywood? Nobody fucks the writer.

I'd have to hand the poor daft bugger a roadmap and some Visine.

I suspect I'd probably offer him some apple juice and a toke...

I'd be incredibly weirded out and probably scream like a little girl. William Gibson is odd enough(in a good way) without him randomly appearing in my bed.

"Excuse me. I have to go get a stack of books and a pen. Would you like a drink? And what did you mean by 'Amid the dangs'? Well, you probably don't remember that anyway. Uh, sorry, what did you want?"

In other words, fairly standard fanboy drivel.

I am with Colin:
bed, house, bus... I would ask about the book, his blog...
why is PR so differfent from Neuro

would i recognize him anyway?
not if he didnt introduce himself

so then I would scream

Aisha

I'd tell him that the guest room is the door before, and ask him if I should turn on a night light for him.

"Hi Bill, wanna get married? You know, it's legal here. Might have some explaining to do to my wife, but hey... I'm sure she'll understand!"

So yeah, fairly standard fanboy drivel, too.

"He took a duck in the face at 250 knots... he took a duck in the face at 250 knots..."

Think of England?

Erm, no... rather, after putting some pajamas of course, I'd direct him to the computers and set up the webcam: "Well, as long as you're here, there are a couple friends I'd like you to meet... coffee, tea, tequila, guiness, what can I offer you?"

William Gibson comes into my bed?

I wake up screaming. Or at least try to.

When I was a student, a thief entered my room, while I was lying in my bed naked. I thought it was one of my friends, and stood up and started shouting at him, angrily, as I was tired of all my friends using my room as a late-night bar.
The thief was scared enough to exit my room rapidly, but not scared enough to exit the building. He continued to rob my neighbour, a timid girl, of all her horrible records (thank god) and some cool cartoons.
We caught him, and locked him up in the bathroom, but he jumped out the window before the police arrived.

Now, since I actually thought the thief was a close friend of mine, there is no reason to believe I would act differently if it were our friendly host. I'm sorry about that, but I really hate being interrupted in my sleep. With some exceptions, but they are irrelevant here.

Eventually I would wonder what I was doing in bed alone and naked. Sort of like this post.

first things first... i'd have to ask if that was a pen in his pocket or if he was just happy to see me

elbow him in the face, tutt and roll back over, though our double bed is barely big enough for two, let alone three.

most likely we'd stay awake yabbering seeing as my partner is a very energetic snorer.

i doubt we'd have a root, though i spose i would assume it was a dream so you never know...(no offence there mate)

I tend to sleep nekkid every night, and there's a katana in the bedroom. I always assume that if I come out screaming, naked, with a naked blade, something in that combo should sort out even the most determined home invader...

Bravus, to be 100% certain to deter, you need some major tattoos. The more the better.

Screaming, naked, tattoed, and a blade should work every time.

(Might freak out your spouse if you don't warn her before you get the tats)

Wonder how he ended up in my bedroom, put some clothes on, ask him what he'd like for breakfast in the morning, and then go find another bed for me to sleep in. Oh and i'd probably send out some mails starting with "you'll never going to believe what just happened".

That is, if i don't freak out before realising who he is and stomp him in the face or something.

Upon reflection, I think I'd have to don my Pope's hat and stole and vigorously club him with a ripe Gina Gershon.

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Originally posted by Mean Old Man:
Upon reflection, I think I'd have to don my Pope's hat and stole and vigorously club him with a ripe Gina Gershon.

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You know, I think he'd like that.


I do think you should untie the poor girl and let her out of your cellar though.

"No farting. No stealing the blanket, stay over your side and no fucking mumbling about nodal points or ducks and airspeed. If mean old man rocks up in a pope hat, I've got first shot at getting hit with Gina. Now gets some sleep. We have to get up early and hunt osier."