Conan O'Brien is six foot four, weighs roughly the same as a Cornish game hen (uncooked), Has hair the shape of a baguette and, as he has mentioned occasionally on his show:
Is extremely pale.
Stalking him is a little like trying to find Osama Bin Laden: It sounds really easy, and yet no one seems to be doing it. TILL NOW.
Yes, for over a year a priest has been stalking Conan O'Brien. I’m assuming it took this long to arrest him because police could not be dissuaded from the idea that this was a merely a filler bit on O'Brien’s program before he threw it to commercials. Preperation H Raymond; The Raccoon With a Jetpack; The Stalking Priest. You’ve got to admit, it’s not that easy to identify the odd one out.
The guy sent O'Brien a series of increasingly threatening letters (a la Eminem’s "Stan," but without any follow-through) and was finally arrested by NBC security after trying to attend tapings of the show. Apparently Roman Catholics love the masturbating bear. It reminds me of when the Pope called that day of mourning after Andy Richter left.
In his letters, Father Ajemian says he’s been stalking Conan since they went to Harvard together 25 years ago. What foresight! The guy I stalked in College is a mechanic now. Booooring!
Ajemian calls himself Conan’s “most dangerous fan” and makes vague, movie-related threats about shooting and/or kidnapping him. Watch it padre. I’m a Conan fan, and I’ve killed a man with his own hair. Can you say the same?
Apparently, Father Ajemian has also stalked John McEnroe and Faye Dunaway, and during an interview about his legal trouble vis a vis O’Brien, stated “I’d like to meet Paul Simon.” Rule number one Ajemian: FOCUS.
If you want to be taken seriously in the stalking world, pick an object of affection and stick wit it. You’ve already got the practice; after all, being a priest is basically just stalking God. Translate those skills to O’Brien, and try to keep from being distracted anytime an aging rocker releases a new album or a fading pro athlete makes a comeback. You might just make it yet.
Or, you know, get put in an insane asylum.