That Is A Medium

I've got a weak spot for fast food.  The memories of how terrible it is for my body come after the bloodlust of tearing into that burger and finishing off the last too-salty potato-fried companion piece.  Something I've noticed over the past few years is just how gigantic the standard drink is at these fast food chains.

When receiving a drink along with your meal, the drink has grown to the size that not only do they need to start using plastic (they say it's for the environment but don't believe that), the cup itself has to be molded to still fit into a cupholder in your car.  Let me say that again; the cups have outgrown the cup-holders.  I may be crazy, but when they say that the sugars in soda are one of the leading causes of obesity, do we really need to individually test that theory?

The rodent saw his shadow again.  Bill Murray wakes up to Sonny & Cher, chases around Roddy McDowell and hi-jinks ensue.  To date we haven't really been hit with the winter blues, so fingers crossed these next six weeks fly by with similar results.  Not that I have any control over that, though.  I mean, it's not like I'm some random woodland creature that has the power to tell people when the season is over, right?

Super Bowl this weekend! Even if you don't like football, chances are you'll end up at a party for it or watching it for the commercials.  No matter how you find yourself upon it, have a good time!

Punch it, Chewie!

Fire In The Hole!

I wouldn't call myself a master at the grill, but I'm comfortable enough to throw down several different types of meats at once and manage as needed.  Tonight's comic would not happen at the Estate, thankfully.

I had to debate with myself about also including our second cat, the mostly wild-eyed smaller variety that makes an occasional appearance.  My final thought was that the fat one would want to be present for a meal, as he's often begging in reality (yeah, my cat begs for burgers too) while his counterpart is off getting into who-knows-what.  So tonight, let you mind wander not only on what I've provided but on what in the world could be going on in the background.  I smell a spin-off!

For some reason the phrase mentioned got into my head today and wormed it's way around after a small victory in the office.  It wasn't until minutes later that I realized the actual common phrase was "with gas" not "with gasoline."  From there we obviously escalated.

The Epoch boys have been getting into a new type of game this past week: browser-based.  This particular game is called Ikariam, and it's all about a pseudo-Grecian game of resource gathering and warfare against other societies.  Luckily we've banded together to keep outsiders and the experienced players from swooping down and pecking at our remains as they sail away with their ill-gotten gains.

We're a few days in, this week's smooth sailing.

Punch it, Chewie!

Are You Ready For Some Goofballs?

The Super Bowl is upon us again, spreading its mighty wings of commercialism across the land.  It's the time of year when sports enthusiasts everywhere look at their entertainment setup and think 'I could go bigger.'

Fortunately it comes faster than most people can save up for those devices, because soon after you realize you didn't really need an industrial projector with built-in surround-sound in the arms of your couches.

Here at the Manor we're getting pretty pumped because this year we'll have HD capability on our television.  That means we'll see the four hours of commercials and one hour of football in crystal clear picture.  With the right group of folks around you though you may not even watch the game all that closely.

Here's hoping these gloomy days transform before our eyes into Spring afternoons with sunshine and no more coats.  I'm tired of coats.

Punch it, Chewie!

Riding In A Winter Overcoat

If the stars aligned just right, if it were in the cards and if the exact right series of events took place, tonight's comic could very well be a true story.  Our female cat is nothing if not energetic, and really loves to get into whatever she can.  This includes previous references to drawers, closets, shoes and any clothes that she could lay on or in.  The really great thing about her is that if she were trapped in a coat she'd just take the opportunity to have an adventure.  That or freak out and scratch up my back horribly trying to get out.

Are we all gearing up for the upcoming football festivities?  Since we settled in the Manor here, we've been able to expand our social circles than when we were trapped in Filthy-delphia.  Now we'll be able to host a larger gathering (which of course means more people to bring food I can devour) and enjoy a hopefully exciting finish to the football season.

Hopefully today melted away much of the snow you may have received earlier this week.  If that's the last and only time I'll have to send the butlers out to shovel the Estate's driveway this year I'll be glad for it.  Spring, you can be sprung at any time now.

Punch it, Chewie!

Eyeballs Are For Losers

If you could, would you really turn down the ability to augment your life with a super power of any kind?  If I had to give up a finger or a toe in order to do it, sign me up.  I wasn't using them all, anyways.

Something I always find amusing are the 'what power would you pick' conversations.  Batman's a real outlier in this conversation, because he doesn't have a power except for anger and money to buy batmobiles and utility belts and the like.  Other than a few other examples like that, all super-powered heroes were granted their abilities without any choice in the matter at all.  They had to adapt to their situation and chose to make the best out of it.  To me that's the real test, to be able to alter your reality to include these extraordinary factors.

I had this idea in mind all day long, so it was completely by random chance I was reading through an X-Men event from a few years ago today, and someone who I was pretty impressed with also has eye-beam powers.  Cyclops is now not only leader of the X-Men, but de facto leader of what's left of the mutant race in the Marvel universe.  As a kid reading through comics, I was underwhelmed with Cyclops because he was "leader" in what seemed to be name only.  Now he's really stepped out, even to the point of disagreeing from time to time with Xavier.  Moving pieces and teams around the board, his tactical skills have completely come into their own.

It's a good time to be a nerd.

Punch it, Chewie!