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You know you’re not going to win. You’re seated in second-class. You’ve trodden on someone’s dress. Author Neil Gaiman on what it’s like to be invisible at the Oscars – The Guardian

And a link to the photo mentioned at the end of the article, where Mr Gaiman is captured on film peering down on the dress he had stepped on moments before.

Musician Amanda Palmer (L) and guest arrive at…

Umm, hello?!! Clearly there is some kind of typo going on here and this caption should read “Amanda Palmer and Neil F’ing Gaiman arrive at…”. Honestly.

From fuckyeahgaiman. I love that a man who only ever wears black owns a white dog.

…I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you’ll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you’ll make something that didn’t exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind.

Neil Gaiman

A poem written by Neil Gaiman for Tori Amos’ then unborn daughter, now made into a book for everyone to pass on to their own blueberry girls.

There was a sudden scurrying and commotion as a Douglasy sort of noise came from upstairs, followed by the arrival downstairs of Douglas’s stepmother. “He says there aren’t any towels in the bathroom and he’s in the bath. Where are the towels?” she asked, and Douglas’s assistant went off with her to locate the linen closet and find Douglas a towel.

I thought, of course. You have to be the kind of person who doesn’t know where his towel is to notice that the people who do are the truly cool people. And I was glad Douglas didn’t.

- Neil Gaiman