Not Quite Ready to Rumble

I attended the Comic show at Madison Square Garden today. Saw old friends such as Walt Simonson, Chris Claremont, a buffed, bald and unrecognizable Joe Rubinstein. Colleen Doran was kind enough to escort Ariel (not to mention Bob Greenberger’s teen daughter, Katie) over to meet Rutger Hauer and Warwick Davis, and Ariel got an autographed picture of Davis as Wicket the Ewok.

A gorgeous girl named “Solange” walked up to me and asked if I make use of models. Being a writer, I have no use for them whatsoever. Naturally I said “yes.” She gave me her card. Ðámņ. What a time not to be able to draw. Also met “the Ferret Man,” a local fellow who is head of “New York’s Ferret’s Rights Advocacy” and drew the ire of no less than Rudy Guiliani because of his concern about the rights of ferrets. I got his card, too. Solange’s has a picture of Solange on it. His has a little drawing of a ferret. If I could only save one card from drowning, it wouldn’t be a tough call to make.

Also met WWE wrestler Raven, who told me he’s a huge fan of “Captain Marvel.” He offered me wrestling tickets for Saturday night at the Garden, but my show “Checking Out” is still running at Molloy College, and so I had to be back in Long Island Saturday night. More’s the pity. I’ve never been to a wrestling match, but since so many people have compared my tussle with Marvel to wrestling, I am now intrigued to see at least one match. And with free tickets, why not? Raven is a very pleasant and amiable fellow. At one point he was trying on t-shirts at a dealer’s table. I saw passing women (and a couple of passing men) trying not to look at his bare chest and utterly failing. Ideally I’ll be able to take him up on his offer at a future date. And hey, if “Captain Marvel” is outsold by “Marville,” maybe Raven can put Bill Jemas in a headlock.

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