This is my third pair of “dadventure” sandals. When I’m wearing them, I don’t hesitate to step right in to any “dadventure,” like walking my dog through the arboretum or surfing on the back of a crocodile or wading through a lake of clown blood.

Wife (to kids): “Okay? You think Dead Poets Society is merely okay? How dare you! It’s one of the greatest movies of all time!” Me (to wife): “Now you know how I felt after I showed you Evil Dead II.”

Father's Day is coming up. If you're looking for a nerd gift, know that you can order ANY of my books (that includes comics collections) from @contentbooks -- and I will sign/personalize them before the shop ships them off to your old man. contentbookstore.com…

Thinking about setting an auto-reply on my email that says, “In a hundred years, no one will remember you or me or anyone we know.”

For the next three months, until school starts again, I get to wake up at 7:30 (instead of 6:30) on weekdays. These are the sorts of things you get excited about — along with deals at Costco — when you’re middle-aged.