Little Kisser
Friday, February 27th, 2015
I’m fairly certain that child actor Martin Stephens had appeared at previous Chiller Theatre events that I had been to, but I had always bypassed him. He had been one of the main kids in the sci-fi classic Village of the Damned, but I had never seen it so it didn’t mean anything to me. But less than a year before the Chiller on October 25, 2014, Carolyn and I had watched another classic scary film in which he had starred, The Innocents, a very creepy and scary film starring Deborah Kerr, the screenplay of whic had been co-written by Truman Capote. Read the rest of this entry »
I always love a nice trip down memory lane. Usually this involves a TV show or movie that I watched as a kid or young teen, but occasionally it moves into my young teen music years. I really wasn’t a full-fledged glam metal addict until about 1987. Specifically I moved from a passion for Super 8 home movies into heavy metal cassette tapes. Come to think of it, there was a never a time when some form of media didn’t occupy my obsessive nature. But I digress. 
I’ve been a fan of Little House on the Prairie since I was a kid, watching them in reruns as a teen, buying the DVDs as an adult, and then recently revisiting the (almost) entire series with Carolyn during our first year together. Having said that, it is rather surprising that with all of the celebrities I’ve met, the cast of Little House has been pretty good at eluding me. Beyond meeting 
It’s true I was there for the wrestlers, but since there were a few other celebrities of note attending the Steel City Con in Pittsburgh on April 12, 2014, I made sure to check out what they had to offer. I skipped out on Jonathan Frakes and Brent Spiner, mainly because they only had the professional photo ops available, but also because Star Trek just isn’t Star Wars in my estimation. I’d go for the main cast of Star Trek, sure, but when it came to Star Wars, even the most obscure performers didn’t slip by my radar. 
Well, sometimes I do. Sometimes I don’t. In this case I did. There have certainly been times when I was rather nearsighted when it came to celebrity encounters, autographs, and photo ops. Would you believe I walked right by Fred MacMurray once in 1985 and didn’t even stop to say hello even though I knew full well who he was? Or that I got an autographed photo from Steve Allen and his wife Jayne Meadows, who were all too willing to chat it up with me in 1997, and I didn’t get a picture with them even when I had a camera with me? Those are the dumb moves. But then I got smarter.