Jeff and I introduced him to Harlan Ellison (he had never heard of him before) via the documentary Dreams with Sharp Teeth, and ScaryClown howled with laughter in all the right places, along with saying, repeatedly, “This guy is a f*cking lunatic” which of course is a true statement.
We had pork chomps and one lonely chicken breast, stir fried veg (mushrooms, bean sprouts, onyums, red pepper and carrips), little cookies I picked up from a deli, and a lavish amount of beer. We had an awesome time, and we didn’t even break out the Star Trek game!
Bareld just phoned to ask me to do the homily (The Meaning of Home) on October 25th. The morning after the congregational dinner, so I’ll be saggy and baggy in the eye department, but oh well.