Ruthless self-promotion first: Does your dad read?  Sure he does.  I bet he likes space ogres!  And if he doesn’t, you should buy my book anyway as a Father’s Day present to me. Plus you’ll like it.  I promise.  Two dolla ninety-nine cent! (I will come to your house and root around in your couch until I … Continue reading Fatheration: In which oh god I’m doomed