a2 in idea barrages

One of those awful dating reality shows but along the way, to earn the money for really fancy or expensive dates, they have to answer trivia or do physical challenges where they have to pull a flag-football flag out of a vat of pudding, and it’s called DOUBLE DATE.

My dream is what I like to call “Mayor of Omaha” famous, where like you’re famous in Omaha but the moment you leave no one knows or will ever know you from Adam. Being a moderately-successful sci-fi author who can be lauded at cons but anonymous anywhere else also sounds great.

If I could manage to create a costume that EXACTLY GOT ACROSS that I was dressed up as the yeti from that old Microsoft pack-in game “Ski-Free” I would absolutely go as that thing for Halloween.

If I was managing a band in that tiny micro-genre of like “Celtic Bar Rock” that only gets booked anywhere in March for St. Patricks gigs, I would definitely name them CORNED BEEF HARSH.

In RATATOUILLE, was the rat the wizard’s familiar or was the chef?

I hope the version of “CHECK YO SELF BEFORE YOU WRECK YO SELF” for astronauts is “ADJUST YO THRUST BEFORE YOU THRUST TO CRUST!”

A great pen name is “Vera Similitude”.

A little self-awareness here: if you’re getting paid in gold bars, you need to understand that you’re a supervillain now.