For years, Anita Busch was like Old Faithful. Every time I saw her at a screening or a party, she always gave me a vaguely dirty look. Every…damn…time. Which is one reason why I enjoyed…no, not enjoyed…why I didn’t especially grieve over Nikki Finke’s respectful vivisection and entombment of the former entertainment journalist in this just-posted L.A. Weekly column. The subhead reads, “Pellicano charges are vindication for the former Hollywood reporter, but we’ve already buried her.”