Notable.
This is my brother's weekend for his son and he of course had to work tonight as usual. Brent (my honorary extra brother/ brother's roommate) had a birthday party or something, and couldn't watch him before Bill came home from work, so Dad and I were to pick up the boy. Of course his mother didn't have him at the meeting place, and Mom, Dad and I had to wander way out into the wilderness (and sleet, and snow) to find him.
Afterwards we went and ate at Bennigans. The steaks sounded too heavy; the salads too light. As I was about to despair my eyes landed on grilled salmon. I gleefully placed my order, and was treated to the best meal I have ever had there. The fillet of salmon on a bed of rice served with steamed broccoli... I loved it. But immediately after ordering I realised that it was Friday during lent, in a heavily Catholic area... and I am protestant. Whatever, my favorite cousins are Catholic, I am in good company.
Today I talked Hannah into skipping her math for liberal arts class. (She was going to skip anyway and go home to her Xbox so I actually helped her go to one of her classes instead of skipping both.) We sat in the cafeteria and laughed, making a scene and enjoying it. Her girlfriend only called about 3 times during that hour, though. I think Hannah is a little tired of it. But she and I had fun like we did in high school.
That's right, Ontinia, we drew comics.
It all started four years ago with a traced outline of her left index finger wearing a sombrero and declaring that he was, infact, a finger wearing a sombrero. it escalated into stick figures doing various acts of comic mischief, flip books drawn on the pages of an Artemis Fowl paperback, and squirrels behaving in various dangerous acts in my planner. Unfortunately her mother threw away the books and stuff, and my planner was lost. But in our hearts the characters live on.
Well, I think since A) she has started seeing me everyday (possibly) and B) she has a few boring lectures (definitely) she has taken up the ancient art of stick figures doing stupid things that make no sense, but get at least two people to laugh really hard (herself and I, namely.) I may ask her to let me scan this one that she drew last week that I added one little thing to and made it, Matt agreed, about 2458279753 percent better. Alas, I will keep it a secret.
Today however was the adventures of Mr. Muscles, a slightly lewd man who was made of triangles and bulgy muscles. A scrawny guy accused him of being fat, who promptly received a karate chop-poke to the face.
In the next comic Mr. Muscles was accosted by a policeman, but escaped punishment by yelling the word "BOOBS!"
In the final segment our Anti-hero was standing outside of a club called by the classy name "Boobs" A thought occurred to him, and he concentrated really hard. With a loud "SHUNK!" he grew a pair of mammary glands that Pamela Anderson would be jealous of. We last see him incredibly happy as he fondled himself.
Yes, they are rather sophomoric, but that isn't what is important. What is important is that we had fun and spent time together. She hasn't had an easy life and could use all the friends she can get.
The highlight of the hour came from the most annoying part. The flatscreen television is always turned on to ESPN (which I don't get, the south campus television is always turned on to comedy central) and of course today all anyone could talk about was Tiger Woods. I was sititng with my back to the screen as we talked and drew things. Suddenly out of the blue I heard "...after the commercial break we shall talk to close family friend..." and I swear I heard the name "Notably Gay."
I asked Hannah "Did you hear that?" she said no. Then it went to commercials and we continued talking, until again, "...and now we have Woods' family friend Notably Gay."
"Okay, I heard it that time," she said before I could even ask. We both started watching the television, waiting for the name of the guy to show up.
His name was Notah Begay the third, a man who, if I cared a lick about professional golf, might just have been a household name to me. Unfortunately for him, he is not. Well, now he is because I told my father about him, but before this afternoon I had no idea who he was.
So this post is dedicated to you, Notah Begay the third. You are a true American hero.
Afterwards we went and ate at Bennigans. The steaks sounded too heavy; the salads too light. As I was about to despair my eyes landed on grilled salmon. I gleefully placed my order, and was treated to the best meal I have ever had there. The fillet of salmon on a bed of rice served with steamed broccoli... I loved it. But immediately after ordering I realised that it was Friday during lent, in a heavily Catholic area... and I am protestant. Whatever, my favorite cousins are Catholic, I am in good company.
Today I talked Hannah into skipping her math for liberal arts class. (She was going to skip anyway and go home to her Xbox so I actually helped her go to one of her classes instead of skipping both.) We sat in the cafeteria and laughed, making a scene and enjoying it. Her girlfriend only called about 3 times during that hour, though. I think Hannah is a little tired of it. But she and I had fun like we did in high school.
That's right, Ontinia, we drew comics.
It all started four years ago with a traced outline of her left index finger wearing a sombrero and declaring that he was, infact, a finger wearing a sombrero. it escalated into stick figures doing various acts of comic mischief, flip books drawn on the pages of an Artemis Fowl paperback, and squirrels behaving in various dangerous acts in my planner. Unfortunately her mother threw away the books and stuff, and my planner was lost. But in our hearts the characters live on.
Well, I think since A) she has started seeing me everyday (possibly) and B) she has a few boring lectures (definitely) she has taken up the ancient art of stick figures doing stupid things that make no sense, but get at least two people to laugh really hard (herself and I, namely.) I may ask her to let me scan this one that she drew last week that I added one little thing to and made it, Matt agreed, about 2458279753 percent better. Alas, I will keep it a secret.
Today however was the adventures of Mr. Muscles, a slightly lewd man who was made of triangles and bulgy muscles. A scrawny guy accused him of being fat, who promptly received a karate chop-poke to the face.
In the next comic Mr. Muscles was accosted by a policeman, but escaped punishment by yelling the word "BOOBS!"
In the final segment our Anti-hero was standing outside of a club called by the classy name "Boobs" A thought occurred to him, and he concentrated really hard. With a loud "SHUNK!" he grew a pair of mammary glands that Pamela Anderson would be jealous of. We last see him incredibly happy as he fondled himself.
Yes, they are rather sophomoric, but that isn't what is important. What is important is that we had fun and spent time together. She hasn't had an easy life and could use all the friends she can get.
The highlight of the hour came from the most annoying part. The flatscreen television is always turned on to ESPN (which I don't get, the south campus television is always turned on to comedy central) and of course today all anyone could talk about was Tiger Woods. I was sititng with my back to the screen as we talked and drew things. Suddenly out of the blue I heard "...after the commercial break we shall talk to close family friend..." and I swear I heard the name "Notably Gay."
I asked Hannah "Did you hear that?" she said no. Then it went to commercials and we continued talking, until again, "...and now we have Woods' family friend Notably Gay."
"Okay, I heard it that time," she said before I could even ask. We both started watching the television, waiting for the name of the guy to show up.
His name was Notah Begay the third, a man who, if I cared a lick about professional golf, might just have been a household name to me. Unfortunately for him, he is not. Well, now he is because I told my father about him, but before this afternoon I had no idea who he was.
So this post is dedicated to you, Notah Begay the third. You are a true American hero.