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Thursday, November 1st, 2012

by admin on November 1, 2012

Leia Weathington and Byron Beck go on a trip into the briny deep of Bobby’s latest crippling fear, and hence, he is called a wuss-puss for being afraid of the underwater pillbugs he is sure will eat him up down there. What is Leia afraid of? Being judged harshly by those who don’t share her opinions on Back to the Future, and being taken for granted by lazy, slovenly men. What is Byron afraid of? Nothing – because he took on a whole school full of miscreants and ruffians today when they tried to make him feel unsafe in his own neighborhood. Of course, there were also the pre-requisite discussions about sexual mores and our awkward teen years, but sometimes, when you plumb the deep, you bring up treasures. Scary, multi-legged treasures.

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Chris from Wis November 2, 2012 at 6:25 am

Bobby, you’re completely correct. Giant Isopods = Terrifying. Hearing everyone describing them, I thought I should look them up. BAD IDEA! They are nightmare material. I will be screaming for the rest of the day as I can feel the skin on my legs crawling like they are climbing up me.


TSW November 2, 2012 at 8:13 am

I’m glad Byron confronted the school about how that teacher handled his little shits. But seriously, they could create a CIA-grade test case for teacher training out of it in terms of difficulty.

“Ok. You’re supervising recess. It’s fall weather. A slightly chubby man jogs by shirtless wearing short-shorts, also showing, as the jogger confesses, “perhaps a bit too much crack.” The kids hurl insults. How do you respond?


John Book November 3, 2012 at 6:22 pm

I don’t have issues with Back To The Future, I’m alright with it. Now “TAG: The Assassination Game”, I will revisit over and over.

In Honolulu, they were still called intermediate school, and my concern back then was that a number of regional schools were joining up. We’d always hear about the stereotypes of other schools, along with “which school had the best looking girls?” The really petty 7th grade stuff. I got along fairly well with everyone in the 7th and 8th grade. My family moved, and I became a 9th grader in the Tri-Cities. From a place where I got along with jocks, stoners, nerds, geeks, and people of all persuasions, to a place where I did not fit in with anyone’s agenda, I was isolated before the end of my first week, so while it was okay with me that I didn’t get bashed, it would have been nice to get to know people rather than make the assumption that everyone was a bunch of clique-y assholes.


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