So you forgot your “FREE HUGS” sign at home, man — that’s not your fault! You are still worthy of love. Look, someone’s comin’ over to hug you right now. Told you so.
Much respect, Your Wizardliness, but can you turn the intensity on the Dimensional Jump Gate down a notch or two? I would love to travel to the Sparkle Realm, but my eyes are having a — no? That’s … just how it is over there? All the time? Well, if I’d known, I’d’ve packed sunglasses, wouldn’t I? Sorry, sorry. My bad. Rookie mistake. Back in a sec. Thanks.
There are people who’ll tell you there’s just no place in this world for a gentle giant, but those people can go fuck themselves, because gentle giants can make their own damn place anywhere they please at all times. That’s what being a gentle giant is for.
"Next time we do this, you be the fort and I get to be the general, okay?"
"I mean it! You say that every time."
"I said sure."
"I’m holding you to it, I swear."
"Bro, I got you. Next time you can be the fort!"
"All right, good."
"This would be more fun if we had other dogs to play with, huh."
"Forts can’t talk, bro."
Now that the creepy Californian EverSummer seems to have come to an end and true winter is finally beginning to assert itself, you can get that heavy coat out of your closet and go look at all the cherry blossoms. There’s nothing like beating the crowd — not to mention Nature itself — by a whole couple of months.
And then there are those who say your death is always with you, that like a shadow, it never leaves your side, and that it waits patiently for your time to come — for that moment when it can finally step out of the background and get your attention at last. Ahem.
"Sweetie, it’s not that we don’t unconditionally love you and support everything you do a hundred thousand percent, but someone already had that idea for an app. Yes, that exact idea. I know, I know. Shh, shhh. Please get some sleep. Please."
What makes a superhero? Courage? Determination? A spandex battle harness in some outlandish color? Just curious. Uh, asking for a … for a friend.
"I … fold," the Professor said, sliding the cards forward and looking into my eyes. And even though technically I’d won — finally, at long last, victory! — the expression I saw there told me I hadn’t even been playing the same game.