One time I was rinsing my coffee cup and a colleague approached to use the coffee machine. He decided to pass the time by asking me what my favourite band was. I told the truth. He got through the conversation, but I don’t think he ever asked me anything again.

Yes, it would, though I don’t know why a millionaire crimefighter would reply to an ad on Craigslist. You’d likely get a lot more replies from guys sitting in their parents’ basements wearing plastic capes than from genuine Batmen. Batmans?

Also, if you’re not listening to KEXP you should be, they’re where I first heard about Vök. Here’s a YouTube search to get you started.

“Searching for a Batman named Gary” — I think it’d also make an excellent personal ad on craigslist.org.

BTW, “searching for a Batman named Gary” would make an excellent tagline for SOMETHING.

Funny, the only Gary I know is a tall, thin, 60-ish civil engineer with a ponytail who bikes to work and runs marathons. I also had a high school physics teacher with a small mustache and elbow patches named Geary (pronounced Gary). He erased the chalkboard row by row, walking all the way across like a dot matrix printer. So I guess, we have very different images of “Gary-ism”.

I’m concerned about Maggie having eyestrain after all those Gary’s. Did she eventually have to lay down with a cool wet washcloth over her eyes?

I know! I spent like an hour yesterday searching for a Batman named “Gary” on Wikipedia.

Subconsciously I was probably thinking that he looked like a Gary though. Manly type that does what he wants. When he wants. Most likely a car salesman.

“You’re going to buy this car or else I’ll throw you in the trunk and then you’ll realize how dumb you are, laying in a trunk, with no car, like a moron.”

In related news… I was practicing reading my podcast last night at the dinner table while Maggie was doing her homework. Every time I said “Gary” her eyes would roll. There came a point when all parties agreed I should read quietly to myself.

This is all great, but my favourite part is that after you’ve said Gary 1000 times it turns out Batman’s name was actually Terry.

I say you could have asked, BUT there’s a good chance it would have led him to engage you in conversation, which you probably wouldn’t enjoy.

Yes.

You had me at Batman. I am not sure how it is in men’s rooms, I am not a shy person, but I would not ask. It’s almost as if you are in a privacy bubble when you are in a closed stall. I would be able to ask for tissue of course, not that I don’t check first to be certain. If your curiosity is insatiable, the worse that could happen is Gary/Terry/Batman telling you to mind your own beeswax. All this being said if someone tried to make eye contact through the crack in the door, I am not above yelling at them to take a picture, but I digress.

And I have much love and respect for you!

Your last sentence exactly.

I love and respect you so much!

I know what you are feeling

Today is a day no cat shall be mistreated. My doggies (cats, to the uninitiated) are so friggin’ spoiled it’s unreal. They will walk on you and act abused if you push ‘em off. They expect to be scratched, fed, loved and made warm. Always warm, never cooled. They will from time to time whine about whatever it is they object to in kittyland, and I always coo and act like I care. If they are warm and full and brushed and scratched and their box is clean I am usually clueless as to what their complaint might be…like with the other women in my life, I just assume I’ve done something horrible and carry on.

yes. it’s ostentatious and “too groovy” havin’ ‘em out.

Nah, I’m okay but thank you for your kind words!!

I’m so sorry you feel this pain….been there, and you will never NOT notice….but that emotion is what makes you a loving and caring dad!

Those Rubik guys don’t miss a trick.

Oh, I just saw that as he’s wearing different accessories.