Marital Mondays: How H&M Got Their Groove Back
We are workaholics — both of us. Hannibal and I did some serious marital focusing this week — showering together, lots of pillow talk, sex, and even a date night Saturday to eat overlooking the water (Awesome!) and watch The Rum Diary together (meh). This week was so much fun, I made a to-do list.
1. Write my will. (It’s a long story)
2. Establish a monthly date night.
3. Resume our cuddle time (at least 5 nights per week)
4. Start making New Years’ resolutions (I know I said that was stupid, but I’m
growing up, okay?)
5. More morning sex (if we can beat Fuss’ wake up time)
We interrupt this list for Hannibal’s shoulder surfing interjection:
H: You have a lot of sex on this list.
M: It’s not a lot. It just says “more morning sex.” I like morning sex.
H: Well, it’s 33%.
M: I’m pretty sure you failed math class. That’s not 33%.
H: Yes, it is.
M: I don’t care if it’s 99% as long as you occupy this coochie.
H: (laughing)
Anyway, back to my list.
6. Buy more candles.
7. Don’t go to the movies after 9pm.
8. Be more affection in FRONT of the kids.
9. Be nicer to each other in FRONT of the kids.
We interrupt this list for ANOTHER Hannibal’s shoulder surfing interjection:
H: Yeah, what’s up with that? Why are we only nice to each other after they go to bed?
M: I don’t know. We’re overworked, tired, and not making good choices.
H: Seems legit. We have to do better.
M: Yup. That’s why I’m making a to-do list. This is growth, baby!! Get some!
H: You’re a lot more pumped than you probably should be with post-nasal drip and all.
M: Anyway, back to my list. What should be #10? It has to be either big, profound, or funny.
H: So, it’s my penis!
M: You know what’s more profound than your penis?
H: What?
M: Deez Nuts!!
P.S.
M: Somebody is going to come to this site thinking I’m talking about the store, H&M, and they’re going to get a rude penile awakening.
H: Isn’t that the Julian Assange story?
Film Fridays: Schools Kill Creativity
Thematic Thursdays: My Vows – Revisited
Not “we have a song” like Alma and Cleophus getting misty about sharing their chaste first dance to a Cole Porter classic at the USO. Not “we love that song” like throwin’ dubs out the window and switchin’ lanes as bass pounds down the 105.
No, we are a song — a complex arrangement of notes, melody and harmony, strung together with creative tension and lyrical dexterity. A symphony of synchronicity, moving together towards a denouement of dreams and destiny.
Like any song, we’re not always performed perfectly. The rhythm gets jerky, words are misspoken, and sometimes we’re out of tune. But we keep returning to that familiar refrain, finding ourselves back in love again.
So today, we sing our song to the ones we love and the people who love us, today we’re sung in the eyes of our daughter and the ardent arms of relatives and friends. So today, I’ve come to say these things to you:
I promise to love you until the stars shatter and the firmament cracks asunder from the intensity of our passion.
I swear to keep communicating so I can stay in step with you, practicing the choreography, dancing like nobody’s looking. I’ll tell you what you want to hear *and* what you need to hear, and ask the same.
I give you my word that I give you my heart, without reservation and without limitation, pouring all that I am into all that you are and all we will become.
I pledge to find a differentiated balance between never letting you leave my side and being so busy that we’re always wondering when we’ll see each other again.
I vow to respect you like Aretha’s demands, honoring your wishes to the best of my ability, being that quiet rest between notes where you can be safe.
I will wake up every day — groggy or rested, bleary-eyed or cheery — dedicated to you like Art Laboe was calling our name.
I love you, Hannibal, and I’m gonna be your wife.
Workin’ Wednesdays: Comikaze

A guy knelt in the center of the LA Convention Center floor wearing a prisoner’s execution hood to promote is work. Just around the corner, Elvira posed with fans at what will be her last con not dressed as Cassandra Peterson. Stan Lee showed up, and so did Leslie Easterbrook, Ernest Borgnine, Mark Hamill and Morgan Fairchild.
For its convention debut, Comikaze Expo definitely booked great celebrities and showed Los Angeles a slew of talented artists and writers. The cosplay was diverse, representing many genres from gaming (Sonic the Hedgehog) to horror (Pyramid Head, Silent Hill), and steam punk was in the building! There were several steam punk panels and nearly six steam punk vendors.
I held down a booth slanging “Nerdy at the Roots” t-shirts for Komplicated.com. It was my first convention of this type also. It was well attended, but not as crowded as I’ve heard Comic Con described. I could at least move around without touching people. It was a little disorganized, though. Line management for celebrity photo-ops could have been handled better and I’m pretty sure forty percent of the crowd walked in without wristbands or payment. Comikaze didn’t print floor maps, panel schedules or exhibitor lists. Unless attendees downloaded them from the website, they were stuck wandering from panel to panel reading the fine print pasted onto poster boards.
Speaking of panels, they were only enclosed by pipe and drape, so actually hearing the panel over the loud roar of the convention was next to impossible. If they couldn’t be found and couldn’t be heard, they might as well not have been at all.
The food was terrible and very expensive, but better food was within walking distance. Overall, I had a great time promoting Komplicated and buying little knick knacks. Comikaze will likely be an awesome experience next year when the kinks are worked out.
- Me and my hedgehog
- Brandon Eaton, Thunder Cats
- Blade is nerdy at the roots
- Kel is nerdy at the roots
- Dr. Strange is nerdy at the roots
- Team Unicorn is komplicated
- I don’t know what this is, so it’s definitely komplicated.
Tuesdays With Mooch & Fuss: Broken Teeth
I found out today that Fuss may need to have her tooth extracted. She fell a couple of weeks ago, and it just isn’t healing properly. Damn hardwood floors! They’re so beautiful, yet they are so dangerous for the little ones. Fuss is so independent and headstrong, and over the past couple of weeks, I’ve watched her hesitate when trying new things. Her accident really scared her. She reaches for my hand now when she’s walking down the stairs instead of saying, “I’ve got it, Mommy.” She makes sure to take her socks off before entering the house now, so she won’t slip.
She will bounce back. The puss oozing from her gums is only temporary, and soon she’ll have a permanent tooth to fill the space if the tooth is pulled. It just kinda sucks. Her smile is one of my favorite things. Fortunately, smiling is one of the things she hasn’t stopped doing — even as she periodically utters, “My teeth hurt, Mommy.”
MOOCH
Mooch has become quite the artist over the past few weeks, embracing a new side of herself to overcome the pain caused by abandonment. She’s graduated from refrigerator art with her new therapeutic venture. I was motivated to go to Aaron Brother’s and purchase actual frames. The first one hangs just inside the hallway outside of the kitchen. She also painted a David Hockney inspired surf board piece, which will likely hang in our bedroom.
I’m very proud that she is handling her increased workload at school very well. Mooch is becoming more organized and analytical. Her morning and nightly routines have been fairly maintained, and she has been earning Baba Bucks to shop our home store.







































