“Don't call my name.  Don't call my name, Alejandro.  I'm not your babe.  I'm not your babe, Fernando.
Don't wanna kiss, don't wanna touch.  Just smoke one cigarette and hush.  Don't call my name.  Don't call my name, Roberto.  Alejandro.  Alejandro.  Ale-ale-jandro.  Ale-ale-jandro.”

Lady Gaga is really growing on Walt!  I may even name my next kid Fernando! 

When this song comes on the radio, I crank that sucker up and belt out the names in my best Spanish accent.  It makes my day.

Last Friday afternoon, it was absolutely beautiful outside so Walt strapped on his geek shoes and went to the biggest dork convention on the planet – Wizard World 2010, the Philadelphia Comic Book Convention. 

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This topic drives most of the people I know crazy. They cannot believe that I still read comics. You know what? I love it.

As an aspiring screenwriter sometimes you need help sparking the imagination and I hate reading regular books. There are few that I do love and are easy to read, but that is a conversation for another day.

I get writers block, or I get lazy. They are my two biggest obstacles with writing. (I also absolutely hate reading my own material, it is painful.)

I can only read about sports so much and I need something quick and entertaining to keep my interest. That is where I found comic books.

I started reading them when I was little and I have never stopped. It really has helped with my vocabulary.

I know how to spell kryptonite and adamantium. I use both words at least twice a day.

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