Saturday Night Lullabies

Axles

"Must like the way he rotates his tires."

Garage talk.

Take a load off.

He can't even talk, but he still gets his own Communicator.



Comic-Con Stars





And I bet he hasn't complained a day since . . .




One question. Who wouldn't?



I call it "sharing."

Go here.

Peep this. (Fun Fearless Ave Fact, my parents had that same green rotary phone up until about 6 years ago, try making long distance phone calls on that thing).

Here's to Small Victories. They are victories nonetheless.

This blog post because I, too, like smelling like a boy. I poke around my dad and brother's manly smelling things all the time. Sometimes you just don't feel like smelling like a flower or a piece of fruit, damn it.

And I think this may just be my favorite coverage of Comic-Con thus far.

Had an interesting talk with a Nerd this morning over coffee, cantaloupe and cutlery. I told him that he and his girlfriend were the nicest Geeks I have ever met (even my own brother can be a little mean sometimes). He completely agreed and said walking into a GameStop or a comic book store without bringing your A-game is like walking into a Harvard dinner party without having read all of Shakespeare's works. I've never minded not belonging to any one particular group my whole life. It's not without the effort on my part either, people let me know I don't belong. In my opinion, when people from any group/sub-group or walk of life cut you down it's because something is lacking in their life, so I never take anything to heart. When people ask me what I like, I say lots of things. Because it's true. When they ask me who I am, I say stick around and you'll find out (you'll know as soon as I do, haha). And if THAT's not good enough, I tell THEM to "keep it real" and see how they like it.