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As with all my school-oriented comics, this one is loosely based on truth. In the real life version it was the students which failed the grasp the idea of how this exam would work. Yet somewhere in the script the teacher became the loser as likely part of my anti-authority bias.
Nine times out of ten, a teach can answer a question with 'yes, it will be on the exam.'
Unfortunately, I didn’t win. Some sort of nonsense in quadruple overtime made me fall short on a question about the Red Sea. Apparently it wasn’t the Caspian Sea which was created by the continental drift between the Middle East and Africa.
Surprised that I remember the exact question nine years later? Think that I hold any ill will or sour feelings from losing a competition that should have been me who won?! It could have been me in the regionals! I would have done so much better that lucky glasses wearing nerd! One can only hope he found his way to the Red Sea and drowned!
Okay, okay. Thats a bit overboard. I need to calm down… but dammit I love my geography. If there is one thing to take seriously in life its that. Last thing you want to be is that jackass on a late-night show unable to find Germany on a map. Oh ha-ha-ha television show. You found someone who has trouble picking out Iraq. How quickly can you correctly rearrange the Middle Eastern countries by alphabetical order! Betchya It’d be slower then me, cuz its on now. You wanna throw down some geography skillz? Huh?! You don’t know who you’re messing with! I keep it real.
The summer olympics offers a wide array of skills and abilities in many different areas of expertise. Track and field events, swimming, and various other technical skills.
The winter olympics pretty much consist of getting to as close to accidental suicide as possible.
If you can give away a gold medal for curling, I'm going to concede that NASCAR is a sport.
Actually, in one event someone died in training. Of course, you knew this already. Its really not something to laugh it but instead seriously consider. Short of figure skating, everything here is two steps away from craziness. It seems like the only abilities you need to get into a winter Olympic sport is to be areo-dynamic and no proper sense of when you enter a dangerous situation. Even the short-track is a serious danger risk ask per the continuously played clip of the guy who cut his leg open on the track. What the heck do you expect to happen when you pack six guys gliding along with sushi knives two inches from their fingers.
For a nice change of pace I decided to watch curling. My thoughts that it’d be fairly easy to figure out were drastically wrong. There is a vernacular that requires a small dictionary and a point system that seems as half-assed as tennis. Its not hard to understand, it’s just hard to understand why.
I’ll probably stop watching it, though. Wikipedia says America isn’t doing well and that half the team is Canadian born anyways. Feels like we just got the B-team from our neighbors, and thats God damned unacceptable.
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I really…REALLY hate this fucking movie. Excuse my french.
C. Patrick’s Administrator power edit: Yea there is a bit of language in this one, and not in the prudish sort of TV-MA language… like lets face it we’ve just cursed enough already so lets go for more kind. Sorry Alex for jumping in your post. Just sayin’. Its censorship I say!
Going to a catholic school gave me access to a series of religious retreats. Now I never went, but there were always epic tales of very non-catholic activities that went on. It just goes to show that teenagers are up to no good.
Remember the good old days when you felt so badass for only sneaking a cell phone? You know, six years ago.
On the topic of feeling good about yourself, there is a program for my mac that gives me complements. Once an hour, Toady says something really nice to me and it makes me feel good. Its actually really adorable and quite fun. Unfortunately once the complement fades away I’m left with the cold reminder that I downloaded a lifeless computer program to cheer me up. I make it akin to a caffeine crash.
OOoooo, Toady said it’d give me a hug if it had harms. Awh, I love you too Toady.
Added to the running themes of my comics are now ‘anger problems.’
What can I say? I find it funny when people get punched in the face.
‘Anger problems’ is now part of a long list including silly humor, nerd references, and shots about Facebook. Nothing really adds to a punchline more then an actual punch.
That line is probably said by someone else already, but I see no harm is spitting it myself. If random smashing works for Gallager, I figure it has to work in comic-form for me.
In comic news, it looks like I’ll be back to a regular update schedule with Alex on Monday and Lindsay on Thursday. Pretty sweet gig considering I finished a whole week’s worth of comics ahead of time. Okay, well… lets be fair. Its 2:40 AM on a thursday morning and my blog posts are a bit incoherent and full of typos. You want me to proofread? Eh? Hell no! Ima fight over this one for sure!
I’m lacking creativity. When I read the name “Blackeye” for a drink, all I can do is giggle at the thought of actually being punched.
Go ahead and insult Starbucks. Feel free. No no, its not cliché.
In case you’re wondering, I drink my coffee black. Quite frankly, its the only way to drink coffee. This is how real men drink coffee. All other losers deserve to have their coffee splashed on their laps and taught a lesson about pure caffeine. Black coffee puts hair on your chest and a leap in your step.
In other news, I’m nearly out of tea. Shoulda asked for more from home in my most recent CARE package. Oh well!