This is Pi Day #036
If this were a math pun about a bus it would be mostly flat with four equal straight sides.
Public transit. I rode the bus to work yesterday, in fact, and sitting in a slightly uncomfortable seat was greatly offset by the benefits of not having to drive through a snowstorm that ultimately dumped nearly 25 centimeters (that’s nearly a FOOT for my American fans) and left traffic scrambling like so many eggs through the city streets. While most of the city was fighting with traction and visibility, I was fighting a virtual frost troll… on my Nintendo in the relative warmth of the bus.
I mean, sure, it took my twice as long to get home… but just enjoy the ride.
The Kid, of course, spends her bus fare on a different flavour of mass transportation. You know… the yellow kind, with bad shocks and hard vinyl seating. No wonder she thinks the city transit system is such a treat. When we do use it to get somewhere, though, I have to admit that there’s a certain level of QT sitting together on a bus that you just don’t get driving and playing dad’s taxi.
Rhombus. The joke is a rhomBUS.
This is Pi Day #019.c
My friend used to teach Computer Science but then he lost his drive.
This is Pi Day #019.b
Any year now, schools are going to start offering a credit course called Eye Contact.
This is Pi Day #019.a
My wife told me that if I don’t get off the computer and help the kid with her homework that she’ll slam the laptop closed on my fingers as I’m typing. I think she’s probably jok893ufyhsojhvjdnvoj;c v ds 0893r92-if edfk,f(**#(* kljuahips
Ah, the good ole innocent days of back to school. I don’t want to get too nostalgic. After all, yesterday was the sixteenth anniversary of that world-changing terrorist attack in NYC and when I explain to the girl how it changed the world, she doesn’t quite see it because it all kinda changed before she was even born.
So I get to own most of that nostalgia by myself and ponder things like the complicated nature of living in and growing up in and being a kid in that post-9/11 world full of whatever that all means. Or maybe it’s always been that way and I’m just a parent doing all this for the first time.
How’s that for light commentary to accompany a comic strip?
This is Pi Day #019
Of course, these students are so bright the teachers needed to wear sunglasses.
Back to school.
Back. To. School.
We`re back, and I`m personally finding as the years creep onward my role in that scenario is changing from in-depth and fully-engaged dad to … well…. unpaid taxi driver.
I saw this yesterday: I was driving the kid to school, she mostly ignoring me from the back seat, and as we drove we passed a family standing a the bus stop. The big cheezewagon had just pulled to the curb and both the dad and the mom had cameras in hand as their little (I`m assuming) kindie-gartner clambered aboard. A five second drive-by as we went along our just-another-day-way told me that this kid`s morning was turning into a soon-to-be Facebook documentary.