Pass the Word on Susan Ellison is Home not in London

Kathleen typing for Peter who is off on a business trip

This morning Peter got an e-mail that seemed to come from Susan Ellison telling a tale of woe about being mugged in London.

It’s a fake all the way. This e-mail had shown up on a doll group I am part of about 6 months ago and was outed as a scam from …wait for it….Nigeria. Yep, Nigeria.

So if you get an e-mail from Susan or anyone talking about being mugged in London and a tale of woe, it’s a scam all the way.

So pass the word. Susan is safely at home with her husband Harlan.

Thanks-
Kath

Six months

That’s how long Doctor Faust (you have to love that name) says it’s going to be before I have all my strength back. I saw him today to have the stitches removed, which only hurt moderately since my skin was trying to bond with it. I also got back my MRIs and am wondering if there’s any market for them on ebay or at the CBLDF auction at San Diego. I mean, they’re of no use to me since they’re out of date.

But man, six months. It really underscores for me how absurd it is when you see characters injured and/or hospitalized on TV or in movies and they’re back up and around in no time. Consider when Josh was shot on “West Wing.” Although there was much exploration of his psychological trauma, he was basically up and around and back at work in a couple of weeks, even within their own continuity. Chances are in real life he wouldn’t have been back to work for several months. Then again, it’s nothing new: Didn’t someone once do a study that said Nancy Drew would have been a dribbling idiot if she’d really been knocked unconscious as many times as she was in her books? It’s just that when you actually experience surgical intrusion or trauma, it gives you a new appreciation for the gulf between reality and fiction.

PAD

Updated; Yeah, okay, I checked. I didn’t realize “The Midterms,” the third episode of that season,actually took place over a period of twelve weeks, which would be enough time for Josh to recuperate. Although I still think he would have been working restricted hours even after returning to work.

Shore Leave

We’re back from Shore Leave, which was my first lengthy outing since the surgery. My stamina isn’t up to par yet; when Kath tried to wake me from a nap Saturday afternoon to tell me I had a panel in ten minutes, I just growled at her and went back to sleep. So apologies to those who missed my presence at the “Magic, Myth and Merlin” panel.

Fans were particularly solicitous and overall we had a good time, as we always do at Shore Leave. Both the Mike Friedman roast and Mystery Trekkie Theater went reasonably well, I thought. It was great seeing any number of you folks there, and now it’s just a matter of resting up from the Shore Leave sprint for the San Diego marathon. Watch Kathleen’s website as, in the next day or so, she’ll be putting up pictures of Caroline and Ariel in their prize-winning costumes from the masquerade.

The one downside of the weekend was on the drive home as we learned that Harvey Pekar had passed away. We had the opportunity to spend a little time with Harvey and Joyce some years back, and it remains a highlight of my convention memories. There is a little less splendor in America tonight.

PAD

Shooter in the Foot

digresssmlOriginally published June 18, 1993, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1022

From the first BID collection:

As of this writing, the first issue of Defiant’s new line, Warriors of Plasm, has hit the stands. I haven’t quite been able to slog through it yet; then again, with dialogue like “He must have sensed my nodes tweaking! Stand ready, Zom! I wish to be dripping with splatter gore for my lust-mate!” being delivered by a female with breasts alternating between cantaloupe and watermelon size, it could take a while.

Nevertheless, I did not enjoy writing the following column. Some of that should be self-evident. I’ll explain the rest at the end.

Barf Bag Hand Puppets, Part 4

digresssmlOriginally published June 11, 1993, in Comics Buyer’s Guide #1021

Previous installments: Part 1Part 2Part 3

Well, I tried.

I had a really good story for “Useless Stories” to run, but I’ve gone through my files and I can’t find the blasted thing. It’s around here somewhere.

For those who came in late: I’m not here. By that I mean even more not here than usual—namely, I’m in Romania involved with a film shoot (albeit, hopefully, not with the police or something equally cheerful). So I’ve pounded out several BIDs in a row in order not to leave gaps. But I’m running out of time and my head is starting to hurt. In fact—I’m feeling sort of sick. Nauseated, even. Why, it makes me want to reach for a…

Yes, that’s right. It’s the return of the Barf Bag hand puppets.