Holy Mustang, Dadman!

Ola all.

I'll probably have to have this text be meta in the sense that it's been so long since I posted anything that I'll have to send a reminder email to get everyone back on board since I committed the unpardonable act of leaving you all bored with, like, not posting any goddamn thing all summer.

But this is good again.

A friend from high has become a dad for the third time to a son. His brood are Dash, T. Rex, and Gavin, the newbie.

And I got to spend the better part of a week with the first male relative...of my life, really! My nephew, a 21-year old cat who was born and raised in Munich, Germany, Gavin, came to see his uncle. A reminder that before just a few years ago, neither of us knew of the others' existence. I knew of his mother's, but only vaguely, until I found her on the Web in 2000. Well so but anyway, Gavin came out and we had a jolly ole time.

In addition to one physical resemblance, which was -- let me tell you, after a lifetime of looking like no other GUY in my world -- comforting in a strange way, so-called personality or behavior or stimulus-response mechanisms, or even interests...we had several key ones in common. So that was neat. :-)

Before his visit up to the Bay Area, he'd met his aunt, (my other half sister, who lives in Boulder and is totally rad in most every way) in San Diego, which happens to be the area of residence of my and my two sisters's dad; Gavin's grandad.

Was it weird to hear him talked about by Gavin? A person at once closer than I'll ever get to be, and yet...more distant than I'll ever be. Yes. Yes it was. Gavin was BORN in the 1980s. My fully expressed ruminations on this will have to wait for another time.

But suffice it to say this:

he snapped shots of a thing I'd only heard of, a myth until now, really: the 1967 Mustang my dad has had since then. My mom and dad met each other in the summer of 1967, the summer of (c'mon, people, all together, now: the summer of: LOOOOVE....)

And in other news, my kids have stumbled upon Batman and the gang, and they're over the moon. (which I was at 3 also! woo hoo! Who else was? C'mon! Pipe in with your Batman memories!)


I did the right thing and spent time on this here Internet thingie to find a place to buy a particular mask for my own son. This mask is not sold separately in stores from, like, 5 other plastic pieces of shit they package with it. But holy savings, was I stoked to find the child-sized mask online and order that shit up, ship it to the office. And just as I'm ready to assume the role -- holy sidekick! -- of the erstwhile Robin, my beautiful Jenner informs that I am in fact, Daddy Batman.

My god, Jenner. Thank you for that. Uh, I mean, BATMAN, thank you for that, Batman.