apocalypsos | (no subject)

Don & Mike are playing It's All Relative for a cruise vacation. I'm so tempted to call, because what they do is they ask you pointed questions about your family (Which relative has the worst problem with drugs and alcohol, who's the biggest slut, etc.) and then they call a relative of yours and they have to get all the same answers.

Damn, it's embarrassingly easy to identify my most dysfunctional relatives. And my mom should be home right now, and she'd know exactly who I'd use for every question. Biggest trouble with drugs or alcohol? My uncle Johnny. (My grandfather on my mom's side, if we could use dead relatives.) Biggest hornball? My cousin Laurie. (She's a self-proclaimed nympho. Which, you know, is something I really wanted to know.) Which relative is the gay one? My uncle Bobby. (And for extra credit, my great-aunt Phyllis has been setting off my gaydar for years.) Biggest criminal? My uncle Richie. (Well, in the '80s. Now he's married and has kids and is a big giant homebody. *g*)

See? Easy. :)

By the way, the radio commercials for tonight's Smallville couldn't make it sound more like Lex and Clark are in an established relationship unless it started with a gigantic gay wedding.