An Ambidextrous Comic

I can easily identify with this — it took me forever to be able to eat a mushy banana. I also don't care for eating the end of the banana, that part that gets impaled by the little spike at the bottom of the peel. Yet I do it anyways, because potassium helps me grow. And it's surely working, because all around me I see signs that I'm maturing.

For instance, I spend much less time thinking about my outsides, and much more time thinking about my insides. I worry way more about my prostate than I ever did about my hair.

Also, I am no longer satisfied by anything I build with Legos. When I was a kid, I had enough imagination to pretend that the big flat 16×8 piece with wheels on it was a car. Now, I refuse to accept that any discerning Legoman would pay good Lego money for a vehicle with such obvious flaws. For heaven's sake, there's no ignition!

And lastly, I started to make a conscious effort not to use the word "fucking" as an adjective in daily speech, replacing it with the much classier word "rather". Observe:

A Classier Bearskinrug

I'm... uh... still getting the hang of it.

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