S.R. Braddy

Reading One Piece.

A tough thing in explaining to people why having children is enjoyable is that all the bad stuff is very easy to explain (lost sleep, lost time, more sickness, less sex, etc. etc.) whereas most of the really good stuff whispers.

Of course, during his travels across the globe, Batman has acquired mastery of all sorts of marital techniques. He studied for months under John Gottman himself.

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Show me a picture on your phone that has your energy but isn’t a selfie.

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Working on a new ice cream idea. Tell me if it’s crazy. Zucchini ice cream with lemon curd and candied walnuts. Not sold on the walnuts, but I’m pretty sure I could make the rest of it work. Going on vacation this week, so I couldn’t make it until next week at the earliest.

Oh, this is a sad one.

I have never been so hurt by a single line as this description of cranberry pie lovers: “You dare not trust yourself to make the house pleasant with your wit and so you buy ice cream.“ Not even sure I’ve ever had cranberry pie, but still.

I checked out the digital comics shop and picked up The Poorcraft Cookbook for only one dollar. I wish I’d had this book up when I first started cooking! The section on reverse-engineering restaurant food would have put me in a much different place in my cooking journey.

My history minor led me to take a single semester class dedicated to the American Civil War. That, and the African American literature class I took for my major, probably shaped my worldview more than anything outside Sunday School.

Resurfacing my “any future adaptation of the Lord of the Rings must be a musical” take.

[Exit, pursued by a f%#ing bear.]

Reading Faulkner is fun, it’s like solving several mysteries on every page: Who is talking to who? Are they related, and if so, how? What actually happened while I was trying to figure out who was talking to who and whether they’re related?

“Yes, and” is a skill that has relevance outside of improv comedy.

I KNEW this was gonna be the Cupid Shuffle. My whitest trait (of many) is that I genuinely LOVE dancing to the Cupid Shuffle.

Saturdays are for comics. Actually, they are for your kindergartner’s baseball games, but they are also for comics.

First “older” bit of writing that I read and immediately understood to be funny was Pride and Prejudice. I read first Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, realized the book would probably be better without the zombies, and… yeah, it very much was.

I listened to this book over the summer. I give it a “strongly recommended.”

There’s such an easy answer to this “gotcha” question and it’s “Sports are inherently unsafe and unfair and it’s ridiculous to single out trans athletes when we allow 150 pound linebackers to go up against 260 pound linemen in freshman football on a daily basis. Let kids play with their friends.”

I made ice cream for a buddy’s birthday last week. I got the ice cream making bug again. RIP my weight loss. This magic stuff is Liquid Cheesecake. Recipe by Salt and Straw. It creates a cheesecake “ribbon” in your ice cream. Gonna throw it in some blueberry and graham cracker ice cream later.

Peanuts by Schulz: Saturday, October 21, 1989

Jack Kirby did 3 things: make comics, fight nazis, and love his big wife

The Butterfly Mosque by G. Willow Wilson East of Eden by John Steinbeck …probably some Grant Morrison comics in there too.

Look, I know it’s a solemn, angry time, but… “Darkseid is baby.”

Maniac Magee. The book lured me in with its lightning-quick chapters (easiest 180 pages you’ll ever capture for your quarterly page count), but then it hits you with “baby’s first discussion of racism.”

The takes are amazing. For every “The X-Men have outgrown the school,” there’s a “The X-Men don’t work without the school.” For every “The X-Men need to lean into soapy drama,” there’s a “The X-Men work better as adventure fiction than soapy drama.” And the best part is everyone is right.