No girls or boys

We don't have any kids yet. Instead I have a fancy computer, a nice television set, and thousands of books in perfect condition. So far my attempts to convince my wife, Maili, that these are preferable subsitutes have been in vain.

I also get to take trips to exotic places like El Paso. I'm attending a conference there next month, where I'll be appearing on a panel about thriller novels along with Christopher Rice (Anne's son) and David Morrell, the creator of John Rambo.

Still, I suppose we should have some kids eventually. If nothing else, I like telling people what to do. Plus, I plan to piss away all my money and will need children to support me in my dotage.

I already have my own blog, where I write about crime fiction goings on and other book-related matters, but I look forward to commenting on some more personal topics here.

For example, I am now officially fat. At my last doctor's appointment (about a month ago), I tipped the scales at a hefty 230. I have now replaced my big brother as the portly one in the family. I suppose that means I have 20 years worth of mean fat jokes coming my way now...