It *was* hot... I mean, Barrowman was, and god, if it had been ANYONE other than Marsters I would totally be in slash-fantasy-come-true heaven. But WHY did it have to be the walking midlife crisis himself?? After you see him staggering around drunk onstage making out with barely legal stalker groupies, it just DOESN'T WORK anymore.

*is sad to miss out on the squee*

(Moral of the story: never go to a sci-fi convention?)