Friends, Acquaintances, Shoulders to Cry On, Laps to Lie Upon, Neat People I Know and To Whom I Am Not Related, Lovers, Soul Mates, Bosom Buddies, Magickal Partners, Close to Home...

Here's the mad mage scientist, Dr. Strange, himself in his own image. He's a wonderful artist and one of my very best friends. He's a great big Pooh-bear, although he's seems a bit scary, according to popular belief, in his black trenchcoat, which he wears to hide his big sword with which he cuts the other Immortals' heads off.

This would be Monkey-Boy, the unfortunate gentleman of my affections. I have been fondly longing, in various capacities, for this hunk of train-watching, movie-shooting/editing, prime rib-lusting, Star Wars-obsessing homegrown California goodness for about a year. Will I ever get over this whole crazy thing and settle for the awesome friend that he is or continue to persist in my illusions of grandeur? Tune in next week for "Maybe Even More Options..."