I got invited to a red carpet showing and figured I'd take the kids to their first trip to New York for Christmas. We did other things besides take in half a show, so it wasn't a waste. [And then he sent them home and almost missed Christmas entirely. No big deal.]

I don't know how much sense this place can make. The trees talk. Honest to god. And [he tugs at a sleeve, flashing some of his tattoo, except that the snake blinks blearily as though waking up from a nap and shakes off some sleep, tongue flicking out--and then he tugs it back down again] shit like that starts happening. Steve's got lizard scales. Tony's got fangs. People are growing wings and antlers. Hell, I haven't had to charge my hearing aid since I got here, and it should've been dead within days, so something got all kinds of magical about that.