This post over at Beyond The Black Gate, caught my attention.
It's about having a "gamer-friendly wife". It's very sweet.
Here's most of what it says (in italics), and most of what I thought when I read it (not in italics)...
The amount of bull$%^& she puts up with is simply amazing, including (but not limited to):
-Several tons of Gaming books cluttering the house.
My girlfriend's main complaint on this score is that so many of the books in the house are 3.5.
Therefore, in an apartment where the tentacle rape porn is out on the bookshelves next to Groundhog Day and Super Mario Party the only reading material left under the bed is stuff like "The Complete Arcane" and "Heroes of Horror".
-Several libraries worth of scifi, fantasy, and history books cluttering the house.
I have a private definition of 'geek' and that's someone who will put up with inferior art or fiction because it has laser beams or dragons in it. Of course, I realize many other peoples' private definition of 'geek' is someone who recognizes and cares about gradations of quality when it comes to art and fiction. Either way, what I desperately need everyone who visits my apartment to know is: the stacks of paperback Tolkien and Star Wars novels are pretty much the only books in the house I consider "Mandy's" rather than "ours".
-Helping to rear children that are starting to exhibit signs of wanting to paint miniatures (God help us).
My girlfriend's main issue with painting miniatures is she's self-conscious about doing it right so she leaves them unpainted for months after we buy them.
-Me driving off to other states to enjoy games and conventions.
The only convention I ever went to was a comic con in Toronto where she and her sister and her cousin all cosplayed and as we were going down the escalator I said "Jesus I hope nobody recognizes me" and then immediately after I said this, a random art school student came up to me and was like "Hey aren't you..."
-Going with me to see yet another bad science fiction flick.
She has seen the new Star Trek movie at least six times. She probably would've watched it last night but we lost the DVD, thank fucking god. Also, please be aware that the copies of Pitch Black and The Matrix are among other media in the apartment that are "hers" not "ours".
-Having to know how to separate my toys from the kids'.
-Helping to rear children who are starting to exhibit signs of not wanting to take their toys out of the wrapping because then they're less collectible
Usually it's pretty easy to tell who's toys are whose. Anything still in the original wrapping is definitely hers.