This is Pi Day #018.c
This is Pi Day #018.c
This is Pi Day #018.b
These jokes are un-bear-able.
This is Pi Day #018.a
This is Pi Day #018
Have you heard the joke about the hill? I just couldn’t get over it.
As summer draws to a close … *sniff* … one last week of comics about our summer activities.
Obviously I’m not going to tell all my loyal fans when I leave the city for an entire week to go on a vacation without cell coverage deep in the mountains. I may as well post my banking information and a photo of my house keys. It’s not you I’m worried about, but seriously you should see how many bots try to hack this site every day.
Alas, we did go away for a whole week. In the mountains. Hiking in the back country. And I, a guy who rarely goes longer than the time in the train tunnel between stations on the subway without high speed internet access, was without so much as a carrier pigeon’s worth of information for five solid days of solitude.
The Girl brought along some Archies, so she coped. But that, and among other things she literally actually asked while hiking recently, inspired today’s comic… and reminded me just how strange the next generation is going to find it when the wifi goes out of range for a few days.
This is Pi Day #012
Once you’ve seen one shopping center, you’ve seen a mall…
Our “cheap” vacation this year did not include any airfares or fancy resort hotels. Instead, we decided to go backpacking in the deep, deep woods.
We explain this quite frequently now: we USED to go backpacking a lot. Then we had The Girl. And ten years went by while we waited for her upper body strength to adapt to the anticipated weight of a backpack filled with overnight gear enough to get us up a mountain and back down without requiring an emergency evac.
It wasn’t exactly “cheap”… the backpacking gear required to first replace all your old backpacking gear and second be a responsible enough parent (hey, when I was twenty-five I would just suffer without certain things… but as a dad?) all of that is a lot more expensive that I would have originally thought.
No backing down, though. To climb higher, it seems, one must dig deeper… into one’s wallet.