So to take my mind off of it, let me share with you a blurb 'o life about my brother and I.
My little brother will always be 12 in my mind. It's weird to me that he can drive, get into R rated movies, and owns a nicer iPod than I do. He also just went away to college. Weird. We've always had a good relationship though, and agree on pretty much everything.
Except for Discovery Channel survival shows. The poor guy has no taste in adventurers. He is under the delusion that Bear Grylls is awesome, while we all know Bear is an admitted fraud. Sure, he's climbed Mt. Everest. Sure, he can pull himself out of quicksand. Sure, he can kill a rabbit 2o yards away with a throwing stick. He also has a full camera crew with him and hotels at his leisure, so he can't be that badass. Les Stroud is much more rugged and manly. He might be dry and sometimes boring, but he actually survives by himself for a week in the wilderness. Enough said.
Anyway, the little brother and I always debate back and forth on who is the supreme outdoors survivor. I have to admit though, brother got the best of me in this most recent repartee:
Shrtstormtrooper: Today I saw a commerical with Bear Grylls selling Trail Mix Crunch cereal. That is not Bad Ass, little brother. Not BA. Les Stroud doesn't sell cereal.
Little Brother: im sure the mix consisted of grizzly bears, wolves, dragons and other such creatures that only bear himself could eat. so its pretty badass. all come packaged alived as well.
You've won this battle of wit, little brother. But not the war.
**And Les is still way cooler.
I am friends with the Fabo for this reason: only she can make fun of the vein sometimes visible in my forehead and actually make me pee a little laughing. Observe.
And just in case you need a study break, because I'm sure you are Pauly Shore vein deep in books and study guides and flash cards, you should stare at these pics for a while... they'll live up to their title, I promise!