Just a short quick announcement: I’m going skydiving for the first time with my friend (15,000ft…just now starting to freak out a bit) tomorrow and from what I understand it can be an entire day event depending on weather.
That being said, I’m rescheduling what I planned to post this Wednesday next Wednesday and I will post this Thursday Night at the Cinema as regularly scheduled.
Wish me and my friend luck! And we will see you here Thursday!
As I mentioned last week, I’ve decide to deem Mondays “Mystery Monday”(1) and way back three days ago on Friday I already had an idea of what I was going to write about(2) but as reliable as clichés are life happened and now have quite a different thing to write about.
Xmas is just another day to me however my flatmates and friends here at uni all love xmas and many were gutted when they found out that I’m not going home or going to spend the holiday with anyone, to the point where a friend gifted me a chicken to roast for xmas dinner.
I’m not much of a cook but I can read directions. I thought.
Four hours after putting my chicken in the oven, this is what I pull out.
Looking at my blackened bird, I couldn’t figure whether I wanted more to laugh or cry(4) but either way I do what any sensible person would do: take a picture and send it to all my friends.
Everyone asked basically the same thing but my friend Nat phrased it best: ‘One question: how?’
Good question, because at that point I still didn’t have an answer until my other friend accused “did you read the directions?!” to which I replied “Of course I did, it read cook at 280* for 4 hours”, if you’re English and/or remember that I’m an American in England, you can probably see where this is going. After a apéritif of ego, I dug out the package out of the trash, to prove to my friend that the directions were misprinted when I saw that it read 280F/137C.
Oh the joys of being a foreigner.
Happy Boxing days, folks.
If you have an embarrassing or funny holiday story, feel free to share in the comments below.
As a note from behind the scenes, I like alliterations and Friday being comic day lent it self to ‘Funny Friday’ and in the beginning I did memoir bits on Mondays but not exclusively, as it was originally my only day but once I started doing Fridays also it kept oscillating between book review and memoir and then sometimes it was just something else completely so I decided to make Monday more interesting by leaving it to be the wild card day or ‘Mystery Monday’.
Don’t worry, I’m coming back to the Bubbles.
I’m proposing that we make ‘brique’ a verb ‘to make into or like a briquette’ for my fellow Microwave Chef types.
Not because I botched up xmas dinner, whatever, no I feel guilty about throwing out an animal food stuffs. I’m not a ideological eater but I try to be mindful and I figure that if an animal has gone through the life of being raised to be food that the best way I can respect it’s former existence is to not let it’s nourishment go to waste because just to throw it away at this point seems kind of like insult on top of injury like “your existence was to be raised and killed and made into food but now you’re going to waste because you’re not even being appreciated as food. I know there’s lots of logical holes and squishy bits in there but it’s why I felt guilty.
As I mentioned in my post Tuesday-Turnaround I have fried my laptop and I don’t have access to my favourite (or really any to speak of) vector program, Inkscape, and I still have plenty of web comic ideas however drawing them by hand and then just taking a picture of them seems a bit cheap so at least this week I’m trying something slightly different.
So I keep a regular journal and the other day before starting to write I had a thing at the back of my throat and coughed. Out came what is known as a “tonsil stone” (NSFL, seriously there’s a picture on the front page and it’s gross, click at your digression and only google image it if you’re feeling particularly brave(1)) which, for those of you not willing to follow the link, are “…clusters of calcified material that form in the crevices of the tonsils (tonsillar crypts).” (2) They’re gross but everyone gets them however most of the time they go unnoticed because they are coughed up (and go missing, so so gross, let that be a lesson to cover your mouth when you cough) or they are swallowed. This was one in particular landed right in the middle of my journal page.
When things like that happen (3) I like to make an outline of the wet footprint before it dries up (4) and then just write around it. However sometimes, also while journaling, I will make a box around a paragraph of an idea that I feel needs closure or separation. This was a time for a box. Then I kinda looked at the box and thought about Fin and Louie and this is what happened:
I cleaned it up, and drew a second draft:
And there you have it folks: I got the whole cast together just in time for xmas eve eve!
I hope you’ve enjoyed this little insight into how my mind works and that this is as okay as a normal web comic posting.
I’ll see you Monday for what I’m now calling “Mystery Monday”. Who knows what I’ll write about? Nobody because it’s a mystery to everyone. Though I promise it won’t be as gross.
I did google image search it on accident the other night, while trying to figure out how to spell “tonsil stone”, by reflex I clicked on the “Images” tab (I use google image a ridiculous amount) and I saw things that I can not un-see.