Is Weird Al a Jerk?

A cloud of sadness has hovered over me for the past three days and there are no signs of it clearing up anytime soon. You see, it was three days ago that Dr. V (from Pawcurious) responded to a comment I left on one of her posts and with that response a little piece of my Weird Al-loving heart was shattered. Why, you ask? Because apparently he's a dick. I don't know what he did. I don't know when he did it. But he did something that caused Dr. V, a woman I don't know at all but who seems very normal on her blog, to cease being a fan altogether. I am crushed, people! CRUSHED!

Several days ago, Dr. V posted about a negative experience she had at Disneyland. (It acutally kinda surprised me - Disneyland is usually super awesome at customer service! In my experience, anyway.) As she's starting off the post, fifth paragraph in, she says:

Now I know Disneyland and I have had our moments in the past- the Splash Mountain debacle, for one, and a heartbreaking encounter with an accordion playing D-list celebrity I used to be a fan of, but still, I figured how could they screw this one up? All you have to do is make some reasonable accommodation for a disabled guest, blah blah Magic of Disney etc, right?

Say que?  A heartbreaking encounter, you say? That's a strong word. :o(  An accordion-playing D-list celeb, you say? To whom else could she be referring but my beloved Al?! (I fervently hoped she was talking about Judy Tenuta but I strongly suspected that was not the case.) I couldn't let it rest. I had to find out. So, I posted the following:

To which Dr. V replied:

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Say it ain't so!!!!! I'm glad Dr. V was kind enough to reply to me but this is one of those cases where what you have seen cannot be unseen. What you have learned cannot be unlearned. I really, really, really want to message her and see if she'll spill the beans because I Google'd "Weird Al + rude" and "Weird Al + negative fan encounter" and "Weird Al + mean" but came up with bupkis! And since my previously undying love is sullied now anyway, I may as well know the truth. But I don't want to appear a wackadoodle so I probably won't. Still, I'll always know someone I like is out there thinking badly of Al and that will always make me sad. Boo.