A few Al-ecdotes: (heh)
-My dad took me to see him when he came into town for the Bad Hair Day tour. I was 3rd or 4th in line outside after the show for autographs, and he shook my hand and started to sign the CD.
"I'm proud to tell you that I have a lot of free time on my hands, Mr. Yankovic."
He had to stop signing the CD because he was cracking up, and he told me i was one of the first fans to find that easter egg, or at least tell him that they had. He might have been BSing to make my day, but it certainly worked.
-I memorized Albuquerque to win a small prop bet, and now this information is practically useless in my head. Every time i've been to a kareoke night, I've checked to see if they've had it. Of course, nobody ever does, and the audience would slaughter me if I started performing a 13 minute song anyways.
-For a brief time, I was in posession of Al's home phone number. He called into the support line I worked at and spoke with another tech (both pieces of info to remain nameless to protect the guilty) looking for a hard to find item. The tech happened to be a fan and carried on a small conversation with him. Knowing I was a fan, he gave me the number without telling me what it was, daring me to call it. Afraid it was a phone sex line or some other trap, I refused, and eventually threw the phone number away. After I did so, he told me what it was and ran down the hallways cackling madly.
I hate that guy.