Talking about comic cons and costumers (and the shot of Alison with batman) reminds me of an incident comics writer Peter David opnce reported in his column “But I Digress”:

While the second “Batman” film was still in release, there was a comics convention somewhere in the New York/Philedelphia area (as i recall), and a con member showed up in an incredibly well-made (and sexy) version of the movie Catwoman costume.

“Catwoman” was one of the convention volunteer staff (i think), and various DC Comics people present were happy to be photographed with her.

Until they found out that, under some incredible foundation garments, “she” was actually “he”… (Peter ran a photo. Quite sexy, says the hetero male.)

With more than a bit of schadenfreude, Peter reported that the DC people immediately tried to have “her” banned from the convention – at least in that costume. And then he pointed out that they were trying to ban a female impersonator from wearing the costume of a character who, in their own current continuity, was established as being a lesbian and a former prefessional dominatrix…

I can see how you might think that. When I wrote “Even now…” I meant “after all these years. I do drink coffee and occasioally try to pour those little envelopes of hot sauce into the top of my burrito while driving…yes, very bad, I know.

But lucky for me, I don’t wear eye makeup or shave so I am spared some of the more egregious multi-tasking behaviors that cause accidents while driving.

Personally, even though I agree we should not talk on cellphones (and certainly not BLOG) while driving, it is really just as dangerous to drive with small children in the car. They talk your brain to death while you are trying to concentrate on the road; they fight and do houdini-like escapes from their car seats, and when they get older, they put on the loudest, baddest, most misogynist rap station and then pout when you try to explain that you can’t concentrate through all that distraction.

Then one time when one of my daughters was around 19 or 20,she put a cd of some kind of club mix electronica which I swear messed with my synaptic circuits or whatever you call them in the brain. It more or less put me in a trance and annoyed the hell out of me simultaneously.

Life is so much easier with no friends, no family, and no arguments, but then of course, it isn’t “life.”

Not everything Moms do is bad…Although I confess that even now when I am driving and my 21-yr old son is sitting next to me, sometimes I still stick out my arm in front of him when I slam on the brake! (And then of course, apologize!)

lil gator–I’d love a blog to the “other side”—I have a few things to talk about with Charlotte Bronte…