Now I don’t do this very often, do I? That should count for something.
The thing is, the excellent Aussie comedian
is performing in New York (July
and if at all possible you should go see him. Then you should hang around
afterward and say, “Hey, Wil, I’m here because Max sent me, and boy am I
glad he did,” because you will be.
Wil’s a big name in Australia. He’s also one of the people I trust with
my early drafts, which is why you’ll see his name in the Jennifer
Government acknowledgments. If you like my stuff, you’ll like Wil.
Wil’s tour dates: Here.
There is something very special about the Brits. I’ve always
admired them, even though I can’t understand their decision to
live somewhere with such bad weather and warm beer.
Today I’m reminded why. After watching pictures of this
horrendous terrorist attack on TV, I jumped on the net to
get in touch with English people I know. And as I heard back
from them, I realized they seemed… a little miffed. Maybe
peeved. But even that might be too strong.
To all Brits: I’m thinking of you guys today. My heart
goes out to those personally affected. But it’s also filled
with admiration for this incredible British spirit that even a
bomb attack can’t dent.
Yes! It is only a month and a half until Baby Barry
is due. Which means it’s really time for Jen and me to come up with a name.
You’d think this would be right up my alley—I mean, I name characters
all the time. But is it really ethical to give a kid a name just because
I find it amusing? This is the dilemma I face as I consider such
favorites as “Binky,” “Fizz,” and “Alan.”
(Okay, that’s just a joke. The “Alan” doesn’t mean we’re having a boy.
I need to be clear about this because we’re keeping the sex a secret,
and we have a lot of relatives watching keenly for any slip-up.
That would spoil the betting pool—which,
incidentally, is currently running 2-to-1 in favor of a girl.)
I know some people say you should wait and see what they look like before
naming them (“We were going to call him Sam, but when we saw him we
just knew he was a Horatio!”), but I don’t know about this. I’ve
seen pictures of newborns, and they all look like aliens.
If I named our kid based on what he looked like after birth, I’d
probably call him, “Krxz’ll Ak Ak Hrgggggg.”
My other problem is that “Barry” really sucks as a surname. I never
realized this before; until now it’s been fine. But just try to put
a first name in front of that thing! For boys, anything unusual sounds
like we got the name backwards (my Dad went his whole life being called
“Barry Hamilton”). Girl names sound ridiculous if they’re two syllables
and end in an “ee” sound, and that’s practically all of them.
Also, anything that starts with “B” is definitely out.
I tell you, “Barry” makes it tough. And the clock is ticking.
Incidentally, Jen has started referring to herself as “we.” As
in, “We’re hungry,” or “We want to lie down now.” It’s little
unsettling. She’s become a hive mind.