When you’re an adult don’t ever think that your idea of fun correlates with your child’s. For the past few years my wife and daughter have gone to Comic-Con and I’ve made periodic forays. This year Number Two was old…
When you’re an adult don’t ever think that your idea of fun correlates with your child’s. For the past few years my wife and daughter have gone to Comic-Con and I’ve made periodic forays. This year Number Two was old…
Child Harbat and I have a running joke about Comic-Con, the gigantic pop culture convention currently taking over my hometown of San Diego. The joke runs like this: Me: Hey kids! Are you ready to go to Comic-Con again…
Going to Comic Con is like eating a handful of Skittles while plummeting down the biggest drop on a roller coaster with a rock band playing “The Final Countdown” at full volume in the seats behind you. At the time…
They multiply. The first one you think is cute. It will be taken care of, treasured. The second one is a companion for the first. The third one was a gift from someone, the fourth given by a friend. The…
What can I say about Comic-Con? It’s huge, busy, and there is a little of everything. Lots of people dress up in steampunk, manga, fantasy, sci-fi, and period costumes. Lots of people have unnaturally-colored hair, chains woven in their clothing,…
…beautiful angelic light from heaven, and the clear ringing of silver bells…ahh screw it. Toddler Harbat bit me last night and I called her a wild dog. She cried, there were hugs and apologies all around, and all was forgiven…