Pixel: A crazy, scruffy-looking guy who wears pajamas. Lots of interesting views on the world. The only guy I’ve ever met who considers antibacterial soap to be “genocide”. (For the germs, of course.) He was the guy I went on the Route 66 trip with. Theme song: Skullcrusher Mountain”, Jonathan Coulton. He’s now in a long-term committed relationship with my sister.
Rachel: my partner in life, love, and everything else. We have five children, but that math gets a little complicated.
(For each year past 2023, add one year to age.)
N8: our nineteen year old. Smart, creative, capable of extreme feats of video game history mental recall. A fellow on the ASD spectrum, as we’ve discovered.
B: our fifteen year old. Inventive with regard to things we’ve said in order to attempt to bend reality to her will. Currently, a source of misery.
Boo: our eleven year old. Wears her heart on her sleeve. The SWEETEST girl. She wants everyone to feel loved and happy. Occasionally a space cadet, and very silly. Loves: roughhousing, being silly with Ingrid, making noise. Hates: mushrooms.
Ingrid: our nine year old. Imaginative yet serious. She has the bearing and poise of a politician at times. Likes: stuffed animals, dresses, having her hair done. Hates: being cold, things that will take a loooong time.
Squish: our four year old. Happy one moment and screaming the next, like most four year olds. She’s very sweet, yet very silly, and very four.
Hope: My sister. What more is there to say?
Timmons: I’m leaving this rather anachronistic one in for clarity. A guy I once upon a time aspired to be like, before realizing he’s not the sort of person anyone should want to be like. He’s really just an unkind, abusive asshole.
Me: find out about me here.