This is Pi Day #054
“Don’t get cocky, kid!” -Han Solo
When I was ten, I used some rope and a piece of lumber from the garage to turn my BMX bike into a super glider. With a strapped crosswise to the frame of my bike, the plan was to bike to the top of a nearby hill and, pedaling as fast as I could, achieve flight, the dream of every pre-teen boy, as I floated gracefully above the rooftops.
Not understanding even the most basic aspects of aerodynamics, I felt pretty bad when all the adults laughed me out of business before I’d even tried… probably a good idea in the era before mandatory helmet laws.
The worst that the Kid attempts is attempting out-ride her father on our many neighbourhood cycling jaunts. It’s still early days, I suppose, but a few choice falls lately have knocked her down a peg or two. And I think she’s probably a bit smarter than her old man ever was, anyhow.
This is Pi Day #053
Kid logic. Those introspective little thinkers over-analyzing what we say always cracks me up for some reason.
I jotted down my own list of ideas, of course, and turned them into a comic. So who am I to judge?
This is Pi Day #052
One of the challenges of writing these comics is that often I’ll stumble across one of those father-daughter situations that is cringe-worthy, eye-roll-inducing, and the exact kinda moment when you want to follow it up with a lecture. Case-in-point: we were watching TV, and (a) she got a little frustrated that I wasn’t flipping as efficiently as she would have liked through the adverts and (b) when I did start flipping she abruptly decided that she wanted to see one of those adverts.
Adverts are funny I guess.
She didn’t grow up forced to watch every single one, I guess.
She has a magic wand with numbered buttons that allows her to freeze and reverse time at her whim, I guess.
Life don’t work that way for everything, kid. Remember that.
This is Pi Day #051
Whoever said “It’s not whether you win or lose” probably didn’t win…
…but I think what we learned after a packed schedule of driving from here to there to somewhere else and back over there again, always dressed in elaborate costumes a meticulously styled hair and makeup –particularly for a ten-year-old– what we learned in that was that sometimes the things we do impress certain people are never going to be enough. Sometimes the people who need to be impressed are never going to be fans. Sometimes it might not even be about impressing anybody but yourself and the people in the audience cheering just for you. And sometimes you’re obviously in the wrong category and competing against people with so much more skill than you that you can’t help but feel a little inadequate so you may as well suck it up and just have fun.
I think, like when we get handed those nifty participation medals for completing a running race, in dancing all you really need is to understand is that second … third… even last place… is still ahead of all the other people who didn’t even try.
Is that too sappy for a Saturday morning comic strip? (I am still a dad over here, after all!)