Oh, my.
Well, it may be that comic conventions simply are not my thing.
I attended the 2nd Wizard World Austin for two hours on Sunday. The Wizard World Comic Conventions are a far cry from the weird invasion of ballrooms at the Holiday Inn off the river I attended as a youth. The scope is much larger, the square footage fairly impressive, and, of course, we've gone from two of three guys in Star Trek uniforms to a wild array of all kinds of outfits, and people in booths catering to people in outfits. The big attraction seems to be the celebrities. Wait. I meant: the "celebrities".*
In my mind, I have many people I would like to meet. Athletes. Statesmen. TV personalities. Actors. Authors. The reunited cast of the original
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory is not at the top of that list. And if I DID want to meet most of these people, slipping them a $20 bill for the privilege of meeting them isn't really what I'd have in mind. I still don't know what it means for an actor to be making their money off of appearances at Wizard World conventions, but its nothing I want to think about a whole lot. And not something I can very well ignore if Wizard wants for me to participate.
That said, there are some folks who are going to just be done with whatever made them "famous" in the first place, and in this respect, Wizard World is actually seems sort of neat. Take pro-wrestler The Million Dollar Man. That guy is not a teen-ager anymore, but he still has lots of folks who'd love to meet him, and that I get. Last year Adam West came to sign autographs, but he's
Batman. I get the connection.
But, no, I didn't get anyone's autograph. What I will say is that Kevin Sorbo of
Hercules: The Legendary Journeys fame is a really tall guy (taller than me, and I'm, like, 6'4" or so) and I have no idea how old he is. He still looks remarkably young. Good on you, Sorbo.