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What month is it, everyone? Oh yes, it's March.

What date is it? It's the 15th.

Has spring officially started yet? No, it starts on the 20th.

You know what this is?



IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKING AIR CONDITIONER I HAD TO INSTALL TO COOL MY GOD DAMNED FLAT. IT'S WINTER AND I NEED AIR CONDITIONING. WHAT THE HELL.

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It's time for Sam Explains Comic Books!

So, this one requires a little context.

( Previously, on Sam Explains Comic Books: The Marvel Civil War )

Look, I just explain them, I can't excuse them.

And off we go, with Claire, amand_r, and spiderine. And a requisite inexplicable picture of Fassbender smoking!

Claire: Amandr is the authority here it's like she brings historical clarity to Sam's squee and my outrage!

Mandr: haaahahahah I'm like that guy in the back who knows everything and no one listen to him. Sam is the normal one. Claire is Jay, from Jay and Silent Bob.

( Fuck you, comic books! )

And that is why Sam was angry at Marvel Comics. Sort of.

But let's close on a happier note: Claire and Mandr react to your reactions to Professor X's Telepathic Pants.

Claire: The Cafe agrees with me so much that now I am in heart with The Cafe. Me and The Cafe are in LOVE

Mandr: Whatevs! Reality proves me right!

Claire: Amandr you may be the keeper of comic book lore, but my new deep & profound love, ie: The Cafe, is wise!

Wisdom. The Cafe contains great wisdom. About how I'm right.

Sam: I like the suggestion that Tony should build Xavier some legs that have sarcasm modules and auto-tango programming installed.

Claire: I rather think that Professor X would secretly find that charming & funny although he must maintain gravitas (since he is so respectable). He would probably LOL about it later with his mutant buddies, where he's all dropping F-bombs and being like:

"TONY STARK. I KNOW RIGHT? I LOLED."

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Seriously, when Awkward Coworker and I talk, we should sell tickets.

The thing is, I genuinely like him as a person -- I was inclined to like him before we knew each other well because of our mutual awkwardness -- and we have a lot in common in terms of geekery. And I think we are trying, in our own desperately incompetent way, to form a friendship. I mean, I'd like to be friends with my coworkers, but I have no real idea how, and the one friendship I formed (with Other Sam) died untimely when she was let go.

Anyway, I mentioned I was going out to lunch today as the groundwork for asking if he wanted to go, and he was all "Uh, if you're going to, uh, I'd like to -- " and I was all "Okay then, I was going to ask if you -- !" and we managed to go outside where other people are and eat a lunch.

Where we both confused the shit out of our cashier, and then talked about My Little Pony, but only as an entre to talking about 4Chan (which is apparently the origin of this whole brony thing, so the internet tells me). And also about theatre, because my arrival on the floor formed some kind of nexus of theatre professionals and now like eight of us, all of whom do theatre on the side and most of whom don't know each other except through me, are going out for drinks next week to talk about this.

I wouldn't begin to know how to make odds on this drinking trip next week ending up with us forming some kind of demented independent theatre company.

BEING A GROWNUP IS A LITTLE WEIRD, GUYS.