“Am I allowed to get my picture taken?”
“I’m not allowed to pose for pictures. But just keep clicking, sweetheart.”
“This is rather cool. Did you make it?”
*Commence internal freak out*
*Almost died of heart attack*
Michael Rooker (link to his Twitter) was super sweet when I walked up to his table at the end of the day on Sunday. There was no line, and I wasn’t buying an autograph. I asked him if he was scared of the zombies in Walking Dead, and he said “No, because I know they’re not real.” Then I asked for a photo, and got this rather interesting set of pictures. The TARDIS fluffed up again nicely after being squished. And he called me “Sweetheart”. I was blushing rather furiously after that one.
Happy Halloween!