Dogtown Ink

I made a major self-discovery while attending the 64th Annual World Science Fiction Convention: I’m a big filker! At least in spirit I’m a big filker. There is some question whether one may be considered a filker without actually filking with other filkers. Which I never got around to doing at the WorldCon.

Something like twelve gazillion souls travel to Anaheim, Calif., every year to enter a world of wonder and walk among people clad in furry costumes and pirate regalia. That I was doing the same would have been unremarkable—had I been at Disneyland.

A few years ago, the Movieland Wax Museum in Buena Park, California closed its doors for good. The museum’s contents were auctioned off, putting the wax crew of Star Trek Enterprise in serious danger of being dispersed to the highest bidders.