Day: February 5, 2003

…to the byline. This is Peter, back on line. Unfortunately, I can’t get Kath’s name out of the heading. Should have that straightened out in a day or so.

I’m back from the woefully underattended Creation Con in Pasadena. Expecting between two to three thousand people, they pulled in perhaps 800 attendees on Saturday. On Friday and Sunday, you could have fired off a cannon in the dealer’s room and hit only frustrated dealers. This was a convention that included Stan Lee, Marv Wolfman, Len Wein, both Romitas, Russ Heath, and scores of others. I’m not sure whether it had to do with promotion, ticket prices, or the spiralling market.

Surreal moment #1: Driving to a Saturday morning business breakfast in LA, putting on the radio to hear traffic reports, and the first words out of the radio were, “shuttle debris.” And I thought, Oh, this can’t be good.

Surreal moment #2: Doug Murray, who spearheaded my coming out to the convention, pointing out to me some of the notables attending the convention, drew my attention to a leggy, gorgeous blonde. “That’s Lana Clarkson,” he said. “She’s an actress. She was in “Amazon Women on the Moon.” Barely 24 hours later, I would hear she’d been found lying in a pool of blood on the floor of Phil Spector’s mansion after being picked up by him at the House of Blues in LA.

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Hello, and welcome to Buffy Talk. I’m your host, Glenn Hauman. Again, filling in for Peter David, who, thank God, is on his very last day of visiting the left coast, because he’s getting shpilkes in his genecktageesoink. No big whoop.

Since I don’t know when Peter’s getting back, or when he’s going to be caught up watching all his videotapes and all the blonde shiksas on 24 and we all know how farklempt you get if you don’t talk about Buffy, I figured I’d give you a place to do so.

Talk amongst yourselves. Here’s a topic– last night’s episode, “The Killer In Me”, was neither a killer, nor me. Discuss.