Left of the Dial

December 17th

It's such a strange thing. Thanks to FB—one of the few things that truly evil entity does which is not, as far as I can tell, actively attempting to institute fascism—I know that I have at least six friends who all have birthdays on December 17th: three colleagues from the world of comics, one from homeschooling circles, one of my best friend's little brothers, and, oh, yes, my good lady wife. Not to mention post-punk musicians Bob Stinson and Mike Mills. As well as Bill Pullman, Eugene Levy, Pope Frankie, Sarah Paulson and, of course, Bob Guccione. 

All of which leads one to wonder: what the hell is in the air/water every year nine months earlier? 

And then I did the math. And I realized that what all those parents clearly had in common was an absolute refusal to beware the Ides of March. (Either that or a rather satyric carpe diem attitude.) 

the secrets to and of mawwiage

Interviewer: You've been happily married for 26 years. How do you keep the romance alive?

Me: We forward political tweets to each other all day long

— Melissa Wiley's NERVIEST GIRL has hit the shelves (@melissawiley) November 6, 2020

Me and @melissawiley trying to figure out what to watch next.
ME: Well, we've been meaning to try...uh...what's it called...Mr...Mr...
HER: Oh, right! Ted Lasso!
ME: Yes!
[...]
ME: How did you get that?
HER: I have no idea.

— Scott Peterson (@petersonscott) November 6, 2020

venus v mars

I feel like this true story sums up the yin-yang of our dynamic fairly succinctly. 

 

Me: I think I'm going to hang a TODAY IS GOING TO BE AWESOME sign where it's the first thing we'll see every day @petersonscott: Funny you should say that. I set a daily Slack reminder that says REMEMBER YOU'RE GOING TO DIE

— Melissa Wiley (@melissawiley) February 8, 2020