Welcome! This is Pi Day is an independent web comic about fatherhood, running, video games, science, art, independence, integrity, imagination and just generally … family adventure. It is drawn and published from Edmonton, Canada.
The life of a dad is full of stories, and we’ve been banking geeky dad experiences for a decade. The result: a web comic… This is Pi Day is a little bit serious, a little bit autobiographical, and a little bit blueberry pastry stains on the front of your shirt. All of it is built upon a foundation of math, science and technology pop culture … and of course an irrational number of terribly punny dad jokes.
New comics every Saturday morning (and some bonus shorts here and there).
This is Pi Day #034
Did you hear the one about the pirate who liked to knit? Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrn!
The Kid learned how to knit a few months ago and promptly decided to master the skill by making herself a knit cap … or as we call them here in Canadaland, a toque.
She was also clever enough to figure out that doing a craft — any craft, like say, knitting — got her parents off her back about screen time or other kinds of entertainments that are… well, fun.
Screen time isn’t bad, per se, and kicking back to listen to music is something I enjoy myself quite frequently. It’s just that when you’ve got a dozen other things to do, homework, piano practice, or helping with chores, you have other priorities to consider. Putting on your headphones and listening to four hours of tween-pop while your parents do all the house work is not ideal.
We tend to operate on the assumption these things should be treated as one would treat a bowl of chocolate: small bites in moderation, and not slamming your face into the mix and only occasionally coming up for air.
I guess what I’m trying to say that if you want to gorge on chocolate AND knit at the same time, I’d probably be fine with that. As long as I get a scarf or maybe some warm wool socks out of the deal.
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Of course, even after the running is done and all you’re longing for is the warm, comforting embrace of the indoors… someone invariably wants to take a photo.
But then who can resist… those puckered faces, the frost dangling from your hair and eyelashes, the looks of frozen bewilderment resembling nothing less than a half-crazed fitness buff who has spent the better part of an hour in temperatures fit for human nor beast.
Take a photo. Of course. No one is going to believe you otherwise.
This is Pi Day #033.b
After running fourteen klicks in the bitter cold over this past weekend, my mouth refused to cooperate with my brain.
In fact, there exists a state somewhere comfortably situated between chattering teeth and frostbitten skin where the mouth goes numb and one finds that talking becomes a chore of some difficulty only bested by the difficulty of trying to understand someone speaking in that condition.
Some folks might tell you that this state of affairs is far from unusual, but alas this past weekend my excuse had more to do with frozen cheeks and frozen lips and generally frozen face than anything more permanent.
This is Pi Day #033.a
It’s cold weather running week here… in the comic… and in real life.
This means that the text messages going flying each evening with a dreaded “are you running tonight?” nudge followed back with an “maybe, are you?” reply.
It becomes something of a game of frozen chicken and if nobody blinks… well, one quickly finds themselves plodding through the snowy streets in sub-zero temps whether it’s a smart thing to do or not.
This is Pi Day #033
Ice to meet you.
Technically, as a Canadian, it is not only my birthright but my patriotic responsibility to resolutely complain about the cold weather while simultaneously pulling on my wool socks and going outside to just deal with it.
I deal with it by running in it. And with the last week with its temperatures lurking in the -30 degree range (yes, that is a minus) this would usually trigger my wimp-out response and I’d just stay home and draw more comics.
But even as an adult there is this thing called peer pressure.
I text “….but it’s COLD!” and I get in reply “So… just 10 k then?”
I argue about the ice … and someone sends me an Amazon link for shoe spikes.
I steadfastly nudge and call out our mileages as I try to stick to the distance we agreed upon when we left the warmth of the run club… well, the comic speaks for itself.
Stay warm out there… unless you live somewhere warm, then … I got nothing.