Who's the most famous person you've met?

Just making sure there wasn't another Terry Quinn I didn't know of

And yeah, that's just dumb (to pick a fight with you) and you're right about the supporting Chris Hardwick thing... 

There's a documentary about Los Alamos and the development of the atomic bomb that has some surprisingly funny stuff in it, the best of which is the recounting of J. Robert Oppenheimer and Niels Bohr scouting the Los Alamos location, which was a boys' ranch and school in the '30s. Apparently, when visiting, they passed themselves off as "Mr. Smith and Mr. Jones" (Bohr was Danish). The doc interviews a former student from the ranch, who says "we all played along but we knew who they were. Their photos were in our science textbooks." 

That’s disappointing, I really like Allison Tolman.

Oh, I can't believe I forgot Bill Nye! I met him several times as a kid since his show was filmed in Seattle and he did events at schools and the Pacific Science Center what I now realize was all the time since meeting him was a normal occurrence among most kids my age. The better marker for my generation back home is how well you know him.

My dad was a fairly high ranking lawyer in the Washington state attorney general's office, so I've met a senator (Slade Gorton) and a governor (Christine Gregoire), both of whom were my dad's boss at some point. There's also a picture of me with then-Virginia governor/future Virginia senator Mark Warner at the Harkin Steak Fry during my brief stint with the college Democrats. I've also "met" Barack Obama, in the sense that I stood about ten feet behind him on stage at a rally at my college. I've spoken on the phone with and almost worked for Matthew Desmond, author of Evicted, who's extremely famous in sociological circles but not at all famous anywhere else. And...yeah, that's it. Pretty sad. Oh, my dad once met with Dune author Frank Herbert, who was applying for a permit or seeking a legal opinion or something. Herbert was reportedly cranky and mildly put out that my dad had no idea who he was at the time.

Just to tick that Scottish stereotype box, Billy Connolly.

Also the poet Edwin Morgan. Now I know you probably have no idea who he is/was (he died a couple of years back) but he's a simply amazing poet and I met him (twice!) when I was 18 and he made a profoundly good impression on me, warm, witty, absolutely charming and very encouraging towards a bumbling and rather star-struck teenager. An awesome poet who was awesome.

The band Biffy Clyro supported my band on the very last gig we ever played.

OH, comedians I've at least seen in person and been targeted by during their routine: Gallagher (in Vegas pre-meltdown but mostly post-TV career) and Lavell Crawford (Huell from Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul), both very funny performances.

I've actually had decent conversations with LeVar Burton and DMC. Drew Magary called me a GLORY BOY. I warmed Julie Newmar's cold hands at a convention. I think I told my 2017 NY Comic Con story already that involved a cranky friend? I also got spontaneous hugs from LeVar and Linda Hamilton, and had to explain library science to Thomas Dolby.
Neil Patrick Harris, Natalie Dormer, Jason Momoa, and Lupita Nyong'o are all breathtakingly attractive.

I WILL BE DEAD IN THE COLD COLD GROUND BEFORE I RECOGNIZE DOCTOR GRANDMA

Oh! I met (now-deceased) former Maryland governor William Donald Schaefer when I was in culinary school. The culinary and baking lab building is smack in the middle of Little Italy, and every other Friday my dad would pick me up from class and we'd go to lunch at our favorite restaurant there (Chiapparelli's - the house salad is so good and can feed like four people). One day, we noticed him as we were leaving and he chatted with us for a good ten or fifteen minutes. Marylanders know him as something of a flamboyant figure, but he was just there by himself enjoying his lunch. Apparently, he went to law school with my dad's uncle and was good friends with him. A very nice man, and I'm glad I got to meet him.

Then-mayor of Baltimore, the now disgraced Sheila Dixon spoke at my culinary school graduation in 2008. She showed up late, left immediately after her speech, and never once looked up from her notes as she talked.

Also, my dad worked as a pharmacist in Owings Mills in the early-to-mid 1990s. His customer base included most of the Baltimore Stallions CFL team - one player whose name I cannot remember at the moment gave us 50-yard-line tickets to see them play at the old Memorial Stadium a few times, including the 1995 division final game against the San Antonio Texans. They went on to win the Grey Cup and are still the only American CFL team to do so. Another notable customer of his was Barry Levinson's mom, who would show him pictures from movie premieres and such. 

One customer when he worked in a pharmacy in Baltimore city was Blaze Starr, burlesque star and one-time paramour of Louisiana governor Earl Kemp Long. She owned the Two O'Clock Club, a famous strip club on The Block. (I used to walk by it all the time on my way from the aforementioned culinary/baking lab to the academic building, which was also on The Block. I'm still annoyed with every single person on the crew of The Wire for getting in my damn way constantly.) My dad still talks about her with admiration and fondness - Ms. Starr was apparently quite a nice woman. 

Oh wait, I also met George Takei once at, of all things, a Highland games tournament held near the town where I grew up. He was the special guest of honour. *shrugs*

I waited on Mr Rogers and his sister when I worked at a Chinese restaurant during college. He was very, very nice and a good tipper too. I managed not to blurt out something awkward about how much he meant to me as a child, but even so I'm sure I had a dumb smile on my face the whole time.

Sophomore year of college HR from Bad Brains came to the shitty punk rock house that I lived in with my dopey punk rock friends, but only because we had weed. He was a jerk, slipping in and out of a faux-rasta accent and not deigning to make eye contact with anyone, but the star-struck punks were mesmerized. Okay so was I, but that night really took the shine off of my love for the band.

One of the New York Dolls pointed at me from the stage and sent me backstage to get him some weird green health drink. He's battling cancer now and I wish him the best.

He laughed at one of my jokes! Well joke is overstating it, but he came up to me and my opening line was, "alright wee man" since I'm one of the few people Up Here who's actually taller than him. He sounded genuinely amused and was rather charming and slightly self-conscious.