I woke up with the power out

Storm season. Lucky I don't live in Ventura, for several reasons. The latest is tornadoes.


"We should get the mob to back our comic!"

[sigh] "Musicians love my hair."
"Why is that a bad thing?"
"Because they're all over 21!"
"So?"
"I'm underage. Underage + overage = no."
"...You're weird."
"What? How is that weird? I'm trying to be moral!"
"Exactly. Weird."

"Muwahaha, my brothers are working out in the cold whilst I am in here warm... mostly. My feet are cold."
"What are they working on?"
"The fence that got knocked over."
"I was more imagining mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on Poseidon."
"Dude the back of his head is caved in. And, oh yeah, he's a statue."
"Yeah, but you're weird enough to attempt it so why wouldn't the rest of your family?"
"...Touche."

"Immaturity makes the world go 'round. That and broken condoms."

"It has that "we're going to get married and make babies" ring to it."

"Moofins, not milkshakes, bring all the boys to the yard."

"Wow. So obviously I have other things on my mind. I wrote a note on my hand, but instead of "TIE" I wrote "TAI", and I'm trying to type "beginning", but instead I keep writing "begging."
[chokes] "Beg, tie, TAI..."
"Totally unrelated." [shifty eyes]

"I'm not ready to throw myself headfirst at that sidewalk again yet."

"I'm going to chain you to the computer."
No technobondage." [pause] "That sounds... painful. And... staticky."

"Refresh my memory: Did the three bears eat Goldilocks or am I just sick in hoping?"