Tanya Harding had it wrong you see. You want dat medal? You jus’ wait ’till you see dat medal on dat der podium. Then you take dat shit.
I feel like the homepage preview, our tiny little comic that lets new readers know there is, in fact, more content to their posts, kinda gives this one away. So either look at it, really close, or close your eyes and just start clicking like mad.
I have very little comment on today — outside of pointing out the obvious continuation of last week’s singular comic endeavor and referencing it’s probable Wednesday conclusion.
I’ve had a few local friends asking me where all the comics have been in 2010. They are here, residing in my brain, waiting to be unleashed. If you would like to help those along in their journey, I would wholeheartedly recommend a trip to our fabulous Zazzle store, to show your support in deep, meaningful ways. I would also like to point our our social-sharing functionality, at the top of this post, above the very words you are reading now.
I know many of you already utilize these features to their full extent, and I shall thank you and continue shower you with all the gifts I have to give.
I love watching the Olympics. For me it’s a family event, though the families I’ve watched it with have changed over the years. It’s amazing to me how long I’ve been watching them — do you realize how long it’s been since Tanya Harding and Nancy Kerrigan seemed relevant? I mean, sure, you can still drop their names into a joke and get a forced chuckle, but let’s face it: if this strip were about Conrad kneecapping Steve before a client pitch…
…wait. I’ve said too much. That actually sounds totally awesome.
Watching the accomplishments of these athletes that have trained, in some cases, their entire lives for these moments, it is easy to feel less accomplished. We don’t have speed skating, or the the flaming tower of awesome that was Snowboard Cross, we have more complex, yet smaller victories. Yes, we have medals, though they are awarded after a lifetime of great moments, not after one. But it’s what we have, so we must take it.
