I saw a buy-and-sell posting for an old radio, and it says: works perfect but the volume is stuck on stuck on full. I thought… I can’t turn that down!
…so she says “Your secrets are safe with me, dad!”
We’ve been having a lot of frank conversations lately, because y’know… eleven-year-olds are curious about how the world really works, and those types of things that you don’t normally talk about in regular conversations. Money. Politics. Religion. Family drama.
And you think to yourself… y’know… Secrets.
The next day happens and, boom… “I told so-and-so at school about….” Well, I may as well broadcast that on the internet, right. Maybe we should have started with a conversation about tact.
It’s Pi Week. That’s right, as this comic goes live it’s a mere four more sleeps until Pi Day!
As it goes, I’ve already noticed that the number of visitors to this site has been steadily climbing over the past week (many of my newer tourists searching for “pi day jokes” or other references to March 14) and despite the reality that This is Pi Day is more of a geeky dads comic than a dad’s geeky comic I figured I’d better at least give honour to the holiday that inspired my moniker.
So, it’s Pi Week at This is Pi Day, and I’m kicking it off by extracting some mathy jokes from my dadxperiences and turning them into whatever passes for a comic… and maybe a bit of a geometry lesson.
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.