He’s a self-appointed acolyte of the Empire and a blogger/writer/poet/dude I’ve admired for years.
He is known the world over as Twindaddy and his time in the 5×5 spotlight has finally arrived. Most of us know him by reputation if nothing else, but if you’re unfamiliar with his work click on the links below and prepare to be amazed.
- Vulnerable. He is more than willing to pull back the veil we use to protect ourselves from the world and let it all hang out. I admire that more than I can articulate.
- A team player. He answers blog challenges with gusto.
- Clever. And that’s all I have to say about that.
The truth of the matter is, Twindaddy is a blogger’s blogger. Period. He shares his corner of the web with two very capable and cool bloggers – Revis Edgewater and 1Jaded1 – but he’s made his mark on the blogosphere all on his own. Ironically, he forms real connections with others by being himself rather than constructing a virtual persona.
The fact is, I admire Twindaddy and after you’ve spent a little time with him so will you.
1) You’re a Star Wars man through and through (obviously), but if you were a part of a Star Trek landing party would you be a part of the Command Crew – or a Red Shirt?
Command Crew, obviously. I mean, who wants to be a Red Shirt? They’re all inconsequential and die almost immediately. I like to think I’m not so easily disposed of.
2) Your favorite soda pop is…
Whichever one has been spiked with sweet, smooth Southern Comfort. Barkeep! Get me another!
Janis Joplin knew what was up.
3) You’re a devoted dad; what is the best thing about parenthood, in your humble opinion?
Having them take out the trash and do the dishes instead of taking care of it myself. Those are trivial tasks I just can’t be bothered with. I mean, why take the dog out when I can just have one of the kids do it for me while I continue to slaughter orcs on the latest Lord of the Rings video game?
Seriously, watching my children grow from infants who could literally do nothing but cry into young, intelligent, and well-mannered young men is the best part. Seeing in them the parts of me I value. Watching them learn and grow. Watching them succeed and thrive. Watching as they turn into their own individual persons. There are many “best” things about parenthood. I’m sure I could keep on listing things I love about being a parent, along with all the things they do that drive me nuts.
4) I’ve become a fan of the television drama, Resurrection, which features non-brain-chewing versions of dead folk walking the streets of a small town. If you could resurrect a deceased loved one, who would you choose?
Zombies who don’t feed on the living? What’ kinda fuckery is this?
I actually addressed this (sort of) recently. Though I’d love to bring them all back, if forced to narrow it down to one it would be my maternal grandmother. She was taken from us when I was only 7 years old. My memories of her have whittled from detailed to vague. The memories I have of her are more like ideas than concrete recollections. I mainly remember her as a woman who was always smiling and laughing, who loved passionately, and was very affectionate.
5) What is the strangest thing you’ve ever shouted during orgasm? (Yes, I went from tender and insightful to slightly pornographic. Welcome to my world, kids.)
“Oh, shit! Cramp”
And on that muscle-clenching note, I bid you farewell for another day, my friends. My thanks to Twindaddy for taking time from his campaign to start a back-to-work program for porn stars whose girl parts have suffered irreparable damage. You’re the best, buddy.
See you in the lobby, kids…