AFK

I’ve got a number of (imo, interesting) posts floating around in my head, but sadly no time to develop them–yet.  I’m headed to California to visit my brother and will be back the first week of March.  Until then, I’m out. Depending on how bored I get while he works, I may poke my head in.

Childhood Threats and the Name of the Blog

One of the highlights of my early childhood was taking roadtrips around the American West with my family. On one particular trip, I think when I had just turned five, my dad and brother and I were driving to Winnemucca, Nevada (or as I always said, Winneschmucka. No offense to any Winnemuccans out there, naturally.) while on the way farther south. We had just stopped in at a C-store to get some child-pacifying devices, what normal people would call candy, and were back on our way through the southern Idaho dessert in our 12-year old blue Chevrolet Cavalier, which spit sand out of the air conditioner¹, which had an exposed spring poking out of the back left seat, which cut me once getting out of the car going to Chuck E. Cheese’s.

I had of course stuffed 4 pieces of gum into my mouth and was happily smacking away loudly. I had selected my all-time favorite gum, “the Zebra gum” (Fruit Stripe Gum) and my brother had picked out his all-time favorite, a package of Nik-L-Nip (incidentally, this was discontinued last month– I’m sure my brother is crushed). After the wad of gum I had been working over lost its flavor, which considering it was the Zebra gum, was about 3 minutes, I started to bug my older brother to give me one of his Nik-L-Nips. Naturally, this was met with the fiercest of resistance. There was simply no way my brother was going to give me anything, after all, 1 “bottle” was an entire 20% of his package. No way a little brother deserves that kind of royal treatment. “But I’ll give you some gum, Brian!” I exclaimed, trying not to sound whiny. What I didn’t realize at the time is that the Zebra gum is awful. Like, horrid awful. No one would trade anything for some of that. Thus, it was time for the big guns.

“Brian, give me one!” I threatened, “or…or I’ll turn you into pencil sticks!” There was no way you could say no to such a grave threat.

“Hah, I’d like to see you try, Eric.” my brother cockily replied.

“Oh yeah!? Well, I’ll…turn you into toast then!” was my reply, which at the time, sounded pretty damn ominous,”You’re toast, Brian!”

Webcomic Friday!

I hereby declare that Friday shall now officially be Webcomic Friday ’round these parts.

And we start with:

Original: http://xkcd.com/326/

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