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Maybe because this was the third time I attended the ComicCon but this year wasn't that much of a thrill, over crowed and felt as if I was being pushed into a hard sell. Spend most of my time at the Hotel Del Coronado. A charming place to stay with a private beach.

The one big thrill I got was seeing the cast of "True Blood". But damn, talk about Munchkinland! Most of the cast were tiny, small people! except for the actor who plays the Viking Vampire Eric. He is truly a hottie! Very tall and handsome and I usually don't like blond men. Still, great fun hearing their remarks during a Q%&A, They film parts of the show around here in Southern California and I have seen some of the cast members walking around town. It's my favorite TV show. The books are written first person and not as sexual and a fun and thrilling page turner but the show is also well written and brilliantly acted, I look forward to each new show! And I'm not that much into vampires.

During the Comic Con I saw one of my favorite master, Fantasy writers Neil Gaiman walking around the floor with his newly, declared girlfriend Amanda Palmer. They are so well suited for each other, they reminded of that Art Major couple you see on every college campus. (Of course, a couple you see at your ten year class reunion) He in his dramatic basic black (trying so hard to look like the Bad Boy - read his Tweets and you see that he's far form a Bad Boy but one soft-hearted pussy cat in love) and she in her arty Bohemian-Thrift Store chic. Strange there is a 16 year difference between the two but she looks very mature for 33 so I didn't notice the age gap. But still, I find it ironic that if Mr. Gaiman was a woman in love and involved with a person 16 years his junior he would be lable as a "Cougar"! Still, they seem perfect for each other!

Still, the con gave me very few thrills or chills. I enjoyed more my time on Coronado Island, reading, drawing, sipping champagne on my private full ocean view veranda and walking on the beach. It was a lovely weekend with a detour.

Three little words....

 

According to Cosmo there arer four words to keep a man from cheating,"You are so hot!". Oh, really? They say it's due to a man's fragile ego and if you think he's hot he will never cheat on you! Oh, PLEASE! What about the hot little woman who will also tell him that he's hot? My ex-cheated on me because he was a college professor and a young female student told him he was hot and the most brilant man in the world. I told him he was hot but then I wasn't an nineteen year old college girl! If a man wants to cheat he will no matter what words you use!

Look at me....

 

In the 1920's we had the Lost Generation, a generation of young people who had survived the First World War, they were a bit dark, exploring hedonism for they saw some of their beloved friends of youth died, they indulged in cooktails and drugs and sex and in greed and were bitten by the Great Depression and yet they survived and raised young people to face yet another world war. This genereation produce the Baby Boomers. some became Hippies exploring hedonism calling it Free Love, drugs and sex and yet they were a bit naive and sweet, preaching peace and love. This generation produce what the writer Tom Wolfe would call the Me Generation, there was a lot of sex, cocaine was the drug of choice, hedonism was draped in Hoston, Generation X was next and safe sex, drugs and greed-real-estate the fast fix for little work and quick cash was the chosen profession and still the Internet was just a dream, now there is Twitter, My Space, Face Book and hedonism rules, sex is a given. no longer ideal talk of love & peace, martinis and drugs are the chosen recreational past time, they have been bitten like their great,great, grand parents by a new market crash but the dream of earning fame with little effort or talent is their new dream the Look At Me Generation. Just how many people can we tempt into looking into our Twitter page is the real new drug of the day and even actual, talented, people like Neil Gaiman and his new girl friend Amanda Palmer are hooked on this new high. But true art comes from within those silent moments when that inner voice of truth and beauty speak to us and plus all great art comes from hard work and if you're a writer, a poet, song-bird or painter it is done alone! It's doing the damn thing that produces great art not Tweeter away shouting "Look at me, look at me, aren't I clever!" This is a new dark age. easy money, will not be that easy, the spent generation is over one must embrace safe. It will be wonderful to see what come next!

I'm talking about the man in the mirror

 

Well, I'm totally pissed off! There will be a memorial service for the King of Pop at the Staple Center! Okay, fans want to mourn. I'm cool with that, but not on my dime! All the traffic control and police service will come out of the tax payer! Excuse me! We just had a raise in taxes and Public Services have been cut but the City Officials state that we can pay the small fortune it will cost to host that circus of a memorial for a dead pop-star (who's star was fading before he died)! Makes my blood boil! There wasn't such a fuss over John Lennon or Elivis death!

Oh, what a circus,oh what a show...

 
News is that maybe The King of Pop last rites will be held in Neverland, say it's not so! I wanted to drive up the coast for the long 4th of July weekend but now, forget it! All, those grieve possessed maniacs fans heading out to Neverland, camping out and causing traffic jams ruin any plans for a weekend get away up north. I even heard that the'ye going to have a public viewing and lay him in state like Eva Peron!As a matter of fact since the death of the Pop Icon I feel like I'm seeing a restaging of Evita and I'm Che.
"Sing you fools, for you got it wrong,enjoy your prayers for you haven't got long, the Queen is dead the King is through, he's not coming back to you! Show business kept us all alive since November 30, 1982 but the star is gone the glamour worn thin that a pretty sad state for a State to be in..."
Monday a guy asked me what shocked me more the news of Michael Jackson death or the death of John Lennon? How can you compare the two? John Lennon was murdered, becuase he kept in touch with the real world. He was open to his fans and lived a fairly normal life for a super star. Michael kept himself locked away in his own fantasty world and was far from grounded or real. Plus, for all these fans that are weeping , playing his music, camping out where were they when his last CD came out and no one bought the damn thing?