You might just want to read this Guardian article/interview with Terry Pratchett. I thought about excerpting parts of it, but as with most anything that Pratchett’s name is attached to, it is more a disservice to excerpt then anything else. Just read the whole thing.

I will, however, just relate my one anecdote about when I met Mr. Pratchett. Well, I’ll relate a piece of it, at any rate. If you want a full version, my previous interwebz alter-ego did a bang up job of telling the story some time ago…

One point that wasn’t mentioned before, though, was that there was a water leak (from the store’s air conditioning system) above and to the side of where Pratchett was sitting during all three hours of his appearance. Every 10 seconds or so a few drips would trickle down just a few feet from Pratchett’s head. As the wife and I approached Pratchett, though, something like 20 oz. of water cascaded down. Inside one of the two books that he signed Pratchett wrote “James, Duck!” and then signed his name.

That, my friends, is awesomeness at its most awesomest!