Should I Call Him Mister Fassy?

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If all things go as planned, I'm going to be in a room with Michael Fassbender tomorrow morning. Not just in a room, but actually able to ask him questions! To speak to him! He will acknowledge my presence with his eyes, and ears, and brain, and voice! I know! (David Cronenberg will be there too, which also rules.) And I'm strangely not nervous about this, which doesn't make a lick of sense. Maybe it's that I've seen Fassy do a Q&A in person once before and he just seemed super nice and approachable in person. Or maybe I've deluded myself and I'll slip into a coma from terror between now and then. Whatever. Whatever! Wish me luck, people!

Here's a video of Fassy posing for one of those gigantic polaroid machines today for the NYFF.

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I've actually got four portraits of myself and the boyfriend via one of these monsters - you have to stand still for several minutes, and they spit out 20 x 24 inch photographs - so I feel some kinship with this video. Been there, Mikey! We'll bond about it tomorrow, no doubt. Oh how we will talk and laugh of memories past!

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