I posted my review of Alan Moore's "League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: The Black Dossier" a few weeks ago, over on Facebook. (For those of you unfamiliar with Moore, he's the extremely talented comic writer who is famous for hating or ignoring every film adaptation of his comics -- "Watchmen" & "From Hell" among them.) My comment was that he had gone completely off the rails; it appeared to me that before writing it he had simply randomly chosen locations from the "Dictionary of Imaginary Places" soon after attending a polyamory seminar.

So the Wife just finished reading it, and here's what she had to say: "I'm working on a theory that Alan Moore's fans have sucked all his common sense out through his dick."

The Man:  Thanks, stupid livejournal!

The Wife:  Why?

The Man:  Because it just sent me an email telling me themanabides' birthday's coming up on Friday.

The Wife [to the Younger Son]:  What should we get themanabides for his birthday, son? Say "pussy".

The Younger Son:  No, I don't like those.

The Wife:  [spit take]

It's everywhere:
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me" or some such.
2. I will respond by asking you 5 questions that may stray into realms you wish to remain private.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.  Please.
4. You will include this and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them 5 questions.

As with the last time, I still don't have a lot of readers, so can't say whether too many people will respond.  But I will ask questions of the first 5 people who reply.  

the_ogre asked me these questions, and here are my answers to same:

1) You have two kids currently. Are you and misanthrope_momlikely to ever have more?

You don't regularly read my posts, so have likely not seen my previous entry regarding my decision to get a vasectomy.  I'd very much like the kids to have moved out by the time I'm 60, so yeah ... we're done. (Plus, you forgot the Daughter, who doesn't live with us.)

2) You are a second-gen (at least) fan. What is your first memory of an SF Con?

Well, that would probably be a WesterCon or WorldCon that took place in LA when I was a very young, and the memory wasn't tied so much to the con itself as to eating breakfast at Sambo's with my dad and sister.  I found a cockroach in my pancakes, and we got the meal for free.  Really, the clearer memories of cons were from DunDraCon, and those involve Jeff Pimper letting me help with the film projector.  "Phantasm" and Mike Jittlov left a clear impression.

3) Hands down - who is your favorite SF author?

Herein lies my embarassing confession: I don't actually read a lot of sci-fi (or even fantasy).  Most of my reading is in the form of blogs, biographies and graphic novels.  Just based on having read multiples from a single author, though, I'd have to say Neil Gaiman.

4) Are you and your wife ever likely to move back to the Bay Area core, do you think?

As often as she's spoken about missing Santa Cruz and wishing we could move there, the Wife just told me yesterday that if we could move anywhere in the Bay Area, it would be Mountain View.  Essentially halfway between her family and mine, it's also a nice community with everything one would need.

5) Do you think you'd ever leave the Bay Area permanently?

Not likely, unless overnight I was somehow able to make a living as a professional film actor without any effort.  I can't imagine that would enable to me to stay out of LA unless I was superfamous.  Although New Zealand does sound nice.

The Younger Son was watching PBSKids while eating breakfast the other day, and one of their interstitials featuring Ms. Rosa came on.



The Wife came into the kitchen and said under her breath, "God she's annoying.  She's another of those perky ones that needs to be force-fed a great, big cock."

"You mean like that chick on that show [the Elder Son] used to watch, 'Out of the Box?'"

"Exactly!"

Having finished said Fat Tire, I am realizing just how long it has been since I last ate anything.  So I guess it's time to write about my fabulous day.

Getting the Elder Son out of the house was hilarious, seeing as it took him longer than 30 minutes to get dressed.  That's one of the wonderful things about ADHD -- it makes it hard for him to focus on anything before his meds kick in (let's not talk about how much it kills me to have to medicate my kid so heavily every day just so he can function properly).

Once I got home from dropping him off at school, I spent some time checking my gmail account, which I hadn't looked at since before Memorial Day Weekend.  Oh, the wonders that awaited me!  Fortunately, there weren't any new job offers or cash opportunities with time limits, but I figure that since I shave my head I would have been safe had there been anything that would have otherwise caused me to pull out my hair (it's not for nothing that I got a "CAUTION: Shakes Fist at Sky" ribbon at the con; really, I do spin, just on the inside).

After the Wife and Younger Son woke up, he and I played for a while and I did some more email and job searching.  The Wife and I had breakfast while watching last week's Dr. Who (hooray, TIVO!), and then it was time to put the Younger Son down for his nap.  After reading him a couple stories, I left him with his mother in the bedroom, and took off to do some errands.

My errands consisted of going to my ex-boss' house to pick up some paperwork related to the arbitration for which I get to fly to Palm Desert next week.  Nobody was at the house, so I left a note for her brother-in-law ("He'll be at the house all day.") to call me when he got in.  Then I drove to our county EDD to get some job search help from their veteran's benefits coordinator.  That took a couple hours, and then I got a call from the brother-in-law saying he was back.  I picked up the paperwork, then found out that the same county building also housed the office where one applies for food stamps (yeah, the fact that we're at the point of needing to even consider it literally makes me nauseous).  Unfortunately I got there too late for the 90-minute application process, so will have to go back another day.

As it turns out, the Younger Son had not actually slept when the Wife put him down for the nap earlier in the day (he just spread toothpaste all over the bathroom and bedroom while she slept), so when I got home late in the afternoon, she had finally gotten him down and was again asleep herself.  While I waited for them to wake up, I cleaned our gutter (which gathers dirt and trash, and grows algae thanks to a weird runoff spout right next to our house).  While I was doing this, the neighbor's kids informed me that they will be moving out this coming Saturday.  Yes, the hillbillies are finally leaving!  Let's hope they take the rusty cars and dog poop with them.

Anyway, that's about it.  I feel like crap, and have decided to have a couple beers tonight instead of my usual method of stress-release, going to the gym.  Fat Tire down, Guinness to go.