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Check out this board game my daughter and I made! You can download a PDF and play it with your kids.
This comic picks up from here, when Eli was trying to recover his buried “rememberies” of the night his helicopter… apparently didn’t crash. What the hell happened that made him go on a two week bender of drunk-bauchery? I suspect we’ll find out more when Joel looks up how to hypnotize someone on the Internet and starts monkeying around with Eli’s fragile, gelatinous brain parts.
COMMENTERS: What’s the craziest thing you ever did, or anyone ever did TO you to try to get you to break a bad habit? I have a friend who has tried to quit smoking at least a dozen times over the last 10 years. Once when we were in our early twenties I took his entire pack of cigarettes and wrote “I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!” on every one of them in red pen. He noticed it the next morning and threw them away NOT because he was going to quit, but because he didn’t want to inhale the ink from the pen. Formaldehyde was fine, but ink? Hell no. That shit is gross.
I'm not sure what a "habbit" is, but my mom used to put jalapeno juice on my fingers to keep me from biting my nails. Kinda worked, until I discovered I liked peppers. In high school, I just kept them painted. Sometimes just had lots of layers by the time my nails needed to be clipped and filed. I bit my nails once while I was doing that–15 coats of nail polish tastes like shit. Never did that again. Now at almost 29, I only bite my nails when REALLY stressed.
The chilli on the fingertips would probably work for a few other habits too
Some "habits" arent meant to be broken.
My dad believed he could cure my fear of spiders with desensitization, so he made me watch Arachnophobia when I was a 10. Didn't help.
My mom did the same thing, but while we were watching it she also strung a bunch of plastic spiders all over our bathroom with fishing line! She had one tied to the door knob and then hooked on the ceiling, so it moved when you opened the door! Luckily, my friend Brent was the first one to use the bathroom after the movie, and he screamed like a little girl!
P.S. it's been about 20 years, but I still think there are spiders crawling on me in the shower… just can't shake it.
When I was in elementary school, I replaced all of my dad’s cigarettes with rolled up pieces of notebook paper. I didn’t think about how fast paper burns…. he had partial eyebrows for about a month.
"The Internet says you're an idiot."
"Stuff is always saying that."
I know how you feel, Eli…
I had a doctor prescribe an anti-depressant with anorectic side effects because I'm fat. It did wonders for the depression and anxiety disorder I had, but also fueled my disordered eating (consuming under 800 calories a day is WAY easier when you don't feel hunger). Soooo… kind of a mixed bag.
Gotta love dreadful childhood memories, and cigarettes. And government helicopter conspiracies in general.
My dad took efforts to track down the worst possible pipe tobacco imaginable and kept a few hand-rolled cigarettes of it on hand to offer to people he was trying to encourage to quit. A nasty surprise for them, heh heh.
Trust me, the ink tastes terrible. I only managed to quit when I realized that I didn't leave the house except to buy more ciggerates.
I offer Pavlovian therapy to folks trying to shake a habit. I will follow you all over with a baseball bat. If you indulge your habit, whack, one sharp blow to the back of the head. Soon, you'll associate your habit with intense pain and skull fracture. If that doesn't break you, then you're made of iron and deserve to indulge.
That explains my iron-like build… 🙂