Almost as hotly anticipated as The Death of Super Man, The Death of Glucose Man chronicles the life of Glucose Man and his “arch villain”, Glycolysis. So, Glycolysis wants to rule the world. The only way to do that is to steel the aptly named power rings of Glucose Man: Pyruvic Acidium 1 and Pyruvic Acidium 2. With those rings, he can rule the world by harnessing their power. So he goes and cuts Glucose Man in half because the rings are embedded in his torso. (?!) Harnessing the energy released from cutting Glucose Man in half, Glycolysis is able to create two more rings and alter their molecular make-up slightly. With his FOUR power rings he calls ATP, he throws them into the Super Electron Transport Chain Modifier to create 34 rings. Now he can rule the world. But don’t worry, according to him, “My motives were pure… honest! Oh, I’m so misunderstood.”
Hit the jump for the entire comic. It’s riveting. A precursor to Austin Grossman’s Soon I will Be Invincible.
While in fifth grade, I created a character I could really relate to. His name is The Vilosher. He was a super-violent teen whose family was murdered by corrupt mob men and police. With no one to trust he turned to his scientist friend to create an arsenal of weaponry to take on the people who murdered his family.
I wish I still had the short stories I wrote about him. Actually, there was only one. It had chapters. It was to be my capstone project for the fifth grade. I don’t remember the grade I received. In fact, I though I had lost all traces of The Vilosher, but I found this in my sketch book I used two decades ago. I think there is a gem here that may turn into the next big thing. Check out his arsenal after the jump.
Posted by Todd on Monday May 17, 2010 Under Pictures, Todd
It has been five years since I got my license. I had to renew it on May 7th. The people at the DMV were so friendly and helpful. One of the past three statements is false. Which is it?
When I was but a sweet lad of six or seven, an idea entered my head that led to some pretty severe consequences. I plopped a quarter into a gallon of milk. I only wish I had insight into my child’s mind as to why I thought this was a good idea. Perhaps I thought to thank the milk for its creamy deliciousness with a tip (which at $2.28 a gallon in 1987 was a generous 11% gratuity). Another option was the thought that if milk made me grow, perhaps milk would turn make 25¢ grow into 50¢– Cramer would be so proud. Maybe I was just trying to clean the quarter.
My mother saw me drop the quarter into the gallon of milk. As a family, I believe we drank approximately 2.5 gallons of milk per day in 1987. That and boatloads of lentil soup. I can understand my mother’s reaction. Immediately, she reprimanded me. Harshly. I believe my father later gave me a overhead-projector based lecture about the dangers of putting currency in community and individual beverage containers. My mother desperately wanted to know why I had done this and destroyed this gallon of milk for the rest of the family, and why I had tossed a perfectly good quarter away. I was probably wondering the same thing, as there is no good reason.
I do clearly remember one thing. My punishment. My mother did not simply throw the gallon away and tell me to never do this again. No. That would be dismissing my actions– teaching me there were no consequences in this world. Instead, that gallon of milk became my personal gallon of milk. I was to drink and use no other gallon but the Quarter Gallon until it was gone. No one was to touch my Quarter Gallon. I had to drink the entire gallon by myself until the quarter came out. I was deathly afraid I would accidently drink the quarter, choke and die. Sometimes I wonder how close she was to making me chug the whole Quarter Gallon right then and there.
Posted by Todd on Saturday May 16, 2009 Under Baby, Pregnancy
So, on Thursday, April 17, 2009, Liz woke up frustrated that her time had not yet come. She took a pregnancy test which claimed she was pregnant. I happened to be working at home that morning, and heard the annoyed growl. Assuming the stick was broken, Liz came into my office, “This thing says I’m pregnant!”
The first thought that came to my mind was “What is wrong now?” Not believing it completely possible, I called my mother and asked, “Do pregnacy tests give out false positives?” She laughed, and combined with Liz’s mother’s advice, we decided to take another one.
I drove to the grocery store at 11 in the morning. Dressed in slacks and a button down shirt for a work meeting later that day, I litterally ran through the entrance to the pleasure/oops isle. I grabbed a set of two tests and ran straight to a register to check out. I can only imagine what the employees were thinking: “Well, this boy has a little surprise on his plate this morning!” Read More
Okay, well it took us long enough to get this blog going again… yeah, about a year. We made the switch from Blogger to WaitsFamilyAnimals.com in September of last year. Once we did that, we did what all aspiring blogger do. We stopped blogging. In that time much has happened:
• Semiotic Technologies work slowed to a stop.
• Liz changed salons to A Peace of Eden.
• Todd started working with Skill-Life making CentsCity.
• Liz and Todd got Pregnant!
Posted by Todd on Saturday Apr 12, 2008 Under Todd
To start off the Blog of Waits Annals, I thought it would be best to show Todd’s hospital visit. Todd had a spontaneous pneumothorax. It was very shocking to us, and he actually lived a week without the use of his right lung until he finally decided to go to the doctors. They were shocked he was stable and sent us straight to the hospital where he stayed for four days with a chest tube.
Almost as hotly anticipated as The Death of Super Man, The Death of Glucose Man chronicles the life of Glucose Man and his “arch villain”, Glycolysis. So, Glycolysis wants to rule the world. The only way to do that is to steel the aptly named power rings of Glucose Man: Pyruvic Acidium 1 and Pyruvic Acidium 2. With those rings, he can rule the world by harnessing their power. So he goes and cuts Glucose Man in half because the rings are embedded in his torso. (?!) Harnessing the energy released from cutting Glucose Man in half, Glycolysis is able to create two more rings and alter their molecular make-up slightly. With his FOUR power rings he calls ATP, he throws them into the Super Electron Transport Chain Modifier to create 34 rings. Now he can rule the world. But don’t worry, according to him, “My motives were pure… honest! Oh, I’m so misunderstood.”
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When I was but a sweet lad of six or seven, an idea entered my head that led to some pretty severe consequences. I plopped a quarter into a gallon of milk. I only wish I had insight into my child’s mind as to why I thought this was a good idea. Perhaps I thought to thank the milk for its creamy deliciousness with a tip (which at $2.28 a gallon in 1987 was a generous 11% gratuity). Another option was the thought that if milk made me grow, perhaps milk would turn make 25¢ grow into 50¢– Cramer would be so proud. Maybe I was just trying to clean the quarter.
So, on Thursday, April 17, 2009, Liz woke up frustrated that her time had not yet come. She took a pregnancy test which claimed she was pregnant. I happened to be working at home that morning, and heard the annoyed growl. Assuming the stick was broken, Liz came into my office, “This thing says I’m pregnant!”
Okay, well it took us long enough to get this blog going again… yeah, about a year. We made the switch from Blogger to WaitsFamilyAnimals.com in September of last year. Once we did that, we did what all aspiring blogger do. We stopped blogging. In that time much has happened:
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