Thank you DoubleClicks, you truly are advocates for geeks everywhere.
My family and I went to the Phoenix Comicon last Friday. It was an interesting visit because we went without a plan, and it was Rory’s first time at this kind of con. The kids and I had been to this one twice before. But we purposely went for only a short visit this time, and didn’t even crack open the program.
Alyssa, girl to girl, let’s talk. You went on what is essentially an Internet-facilitated, near-blind date. You say everybody’s doing it, and you admit you’ve heard of some pretty crazy horror stories. So have I. But you know what? Yours doesn’t measure up. Not even a little. Let me summarize what happened. You went on a date with somebody who wasn’t a good match for
Recently, in the back seat of my car, my older son and his best friend were thinking seriously about their futures: Friend: So when we grow up, which bar in town will be our hang out? Son: That Irish pub on Main Street–it’s the most like The Winchester. That way we’ll be set in case we have a zombie apocalypse. [Ruminative moment of silent head-bobbing-while-gazing-out-into-the-distance