Month: July 2002

So the world opinion now is that Israel wants to sabotage the peace process. Because, y’know, sixty years of people killing you because you’re a Jew and you’re there isn’t enough; they want to prolong it.

For a month, things were quiet. Then another series of suicide bombers. Israel retaliates…and Israel is trying to scotch the peace process.

In my opinion, there will never be peace–ever–until the Palestinian people root out and destroy the terrorist organizations within their midst. It just won’t happen.

PAD

I’m finishing up proofreading the sequel to “KNIGHT LIFE” and am turning it in to my editor this afternoon. Haven’t decided on the new title yet, although we’ve pretty much got it narrowed down to either KNIGHT TIME or O, HOLY KNIGHT.

I contracted for an 80,000 word manuscript. It came in at 114,000. So Penguin-Putnam got some bang for their buck.

PAD

And so, guided to a ticket site that actually worked thanks to William Lopez, Gwen and I went up to Montreal this weekend to watch “The Simpsons In the Flesh.”

It was as entertaining as one could possibly have hoped. It was incredibly disconcerting to watch Nancy Cartwright open her mouth and Bart Simpson’s voice would come out, and every time a new character would leap out of someone’s throat, the audience would go nuts. Particularly entertaining was when an actor would essentially start talking to himself: Crusty the clown shouting at Homer, for instance, with Castellaneta barely seeming to expend the slightest effort in the change as he switched from one to the other.

We not only had a great time at the 4 PM but, when we found out they were doing a different episode for the 8 PM, we went to the box office and discovered–to our amazement–that there were some seats left. So we took in the second show as well.

Man, could you imagine them doing it as a special feature, or charity event or something, at the San Diego con? How cool would that be?

PAD

So Kathleen and I were watching the HBO rebroadcast of the Robin Williams concert special. And Williams at one point told a joke about the combining of Easter and Ground Hog Day into one holiday, so that Christ would be resurrected, see his shadow, and there’d be 2000 more years of sin.

And Kathleen sat bolt upright and said in surprise, “That’s my joke!”

“What do you mean?”

“I told that joke to Harlan!”

Now you have to understand, Harlan Ellison is pals with Robin Williams. So I called Harlan. I said, “Hey, Harlan, did you tell Robin Williams the joke about Christ seeing his shadow?”

Yup. He did.

I hung up the phone, turned to Kathleen and said, “You were right. Robin Williams just told a joke on national television because you told it to Harlan Ellison.”

She sat there with a look of wonderment, watching Williams shvitzing like three middle aged Jewish men on the screen. “My life has officially taken a turn into the truly bizarre,” she said.

PAD

Hi there. I’m told that this site was linked to a major wrestling site because of my entry about seeing Raven the other night, meaning we might have a whole bunch of folks showing up and checking the place out without the slightest clue of who (or even what) I am.

So, to simplify life and serve as introduction, here’s the short version of my bio:

Peter David is a prolific author whose career, and continued popularity, spans nearly two decades. He has worked in every conceivable media: Television, film, books (fiction, non-fiction and audio), short stories, and comic books, and acquired followings in all of them.

In the literary field, Peter has had over fifty novels published, including numerous appearances on the New York Times Bestsellers List. His novels include Sir Apropos of Nothing (A