And then I met James Randi.

I met him.  Whee!  Science Author High!  He even signed in my porta-art journal, because I didn't have anything else for him to sign...  He is adorable.  He even made an adorable mistake:

He wrote "Oops" in my art journal thingy.  D'awwwWWw!  
Just like when David Sedaris drew a dead dog in my book. 

I only had to elbow 6 mega nerds outta my way to get this signature.  Super nerds with sword-umbrellas.  Yeah.  And the guy who was mad about James Randi not calling him back 5 years ago when he wanted to prove that he was psychic or something.  Yes, that guy had to wait.  Be mean to James Randi, and you have to go to the back of the line. 

His lecture was witty, informative and very entertaining.  He did magic, too.  Yeah, Readers,  inconceievable magic and when he said he was just doing a trick,  I looked at him suspiciously.  Skeptically, you could say.  That was no trick, James "Grampy" Randi.  I am convinced that he has lightning speed.  Like Santa.... In fact he is just like the Santa from "Yes Virginia, There is a Santa Claus", except that he would tell Virgina to get proof;  catch a flying reindeer;  go for the prize.  Hm. 

He's got the moves.

D'aww!!!!

He is so passionate about science, so gracious about what he believes, he calls himself cute and handsome and he worries so much about people.  I am immediately adding him to my collection of adorable old genius men to keep forever.  The list also includes Victor Borge, BB King, Peter Faulk and Einsteiny.  You just never mind with your judgy face.  

And then I told him that I want a bike and a dowsing rod.  

Wait... not a dousing rod (because they are fake). 

It took every ounce of will power not to raise my hand during the Q&A part and ask him if I could fold him up into a little square and keep him in my purse so that I could take him home and feed him cookies and make him be my new fill-in Grand Dad. *ahem* 

Is that so weird?  Honestly, I am trying to write a serious review, but I can't get past the adorable part. 

Go seem him, but remember:  I called fake grandpa dibs.