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When you added last week’s miraculous last second win with the fact that the Super Bowl is being played in their home stadium, it seemed like it was destined for the Vikings to keep on rolling. So when they lost yesterday, and lost badly, it was kind of a shock to me.


Marvel’s Runaways

Anyone who has Hulu has access to Marvel’s newest TV show, which is based on their series entitled, you guessed it, Runaways.
I was a little unsure about this show when I first heard about it because I knew next to nothing about them. In fact, the only time I had ever seen them was a brief appearance they made in one of Marvel’s big crossover events, and I didn’t even remember much about that. I think it was the original Civil War story and Captain America was trying to recruit them for his side. But, anyways….

Before I gave the show a chance, I decided to check out the comics first on Marvel Unlimited to see if it would be something I’d be interested in. Now, I don’t think anything further I have to say would be considered a spoiler, but, just in case, I’ll go ahead and issue a warning here. Possible spoilers ahead.

The basic premise of the book is that a group of teenagers find out their parents are bad guys and they try to get away from them (makes the name Runaways seem clever now, doesn’t it?). The original comic run was 18 issues long. It was supposed to be a limited series, but it was so popular that they brought it back in a second volume not long after the first run ended.

I read it. I liked it. There were some flaws, but not enough to make it a bad reading experience. So, I started watching the show. I don’t say this very often, but I actually like the TV show better than the comic book.

Because it’s a TV show, and they have an entire season to fill, they slowed the pace of the story down. That was great in my opinion because the first 5 or 6 issues of the comic felt really crammed to me. They probably should’ve stretched those 5 or 6 issues out into at least 8. Since it was a limited series, however, they probably didn’t have the space to do that in the comic.

While they kept the core characteristics of the teenagers the same in both the comic and show, the parents, and the story itself, are markedly different so far. Since, as of this writing, they have only released the first 9 episodes of the season (unlike Netflix, which releases their seasons all at once, Hulu releases their original show episodes once a week like normal TV stations do), that may change moving forward. 

Personally, I like the changes the show has made. They make the story more character driven and somehow more relatable. 

I recommend giving both of these a try if you get the chance. Though, I recommend the show more than the comic, which again sounds weird to say.

I Didn’t Say

Most of the music I listen to isn’t exactly kid friendly. Not only does some of it contain cuss words, but even the ones that don’t often have dark lyrics that, while not bad, aren’t exactly what you want them to listen to. So, in my car, my music is kept on a flash drive. Baby E’s music, a mixture of Disney songs, My Little Pony music, and a few pop songs, is on a CD. That way, when she gets in my car with me, all I have to do is switch the source and we’re good to go.

Mrs. Revis listens to mostly poppy stuff. Not a lot of what she listens to would be considered bad. So, we don’t really worry about what Baby E might hear when she listens to my wife’s music.

A couple of weekends ago, we were in my wife’s car driving to the library. The song Hot and Cold by Katy Perry comes on. While I’m usually a fan of the way she dresses, I’m not really a fan of Katy’s music. I’d heard the song before, but I never really paid attention to the lyrics. I’m not sure why I did that time, but I did.

In the second or third line in the song, she says, “You PMS like a bitch”. It wouldn’t have bothered me (hell, I probably wouldn’t have even noticed) except that I heard Baby E singing along in the back seat. I  look over at Mrs. Revis with an arched eyebrow as if to ask, “Really?”

We were sitting at a red light, so she saw tbe look right away. “She says ‘witch’,” Mrs. Revis explained. 

Before I can respond, a voice from the back seat says, “Yeah, Daddy. I didn’t say ‘bitch’.”

More Random Questions

Once again, I find myself stumped for something to post on here. I don’t know why I’m finding it so hard to come up with things to put on here. So, I plucked some more questions to answer from a random question generator. Let’s see how this goes:

  1. Have you ever eaten sushi? – Hell no! I don’t eat cooked fish. Why the hell would I eat it raw?
  2. What are your favorite books? – My favorite book is The Erratic Sun by Michael Hansen and Matthew Blashill, available for purchase on Amazon. It is the greatest book of all time. Although, it does say “books”, so I should probably add more to make it plural. Timeline by Michael Crichton, the DragonLance Legends trilogy by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman, and all of the Myron Bolitar books by Harlan Coben.
  3. Are you religious? – I dislike any and all organized religions. 
  4. Have you ever eaten food from the trash? – Hell no! That’s disgusting. Although, to be fair, I may have done it when I was a kid and just don’t remember doing it. 
  5. What is your favorite holiday? – I’m not a big holiday guy. I used to love them all when I was younger. Now, I only care about them if they get me a paid day off work. I enjoy my daughter’s reactions to the holidays far more than I like the holidays themselves.
  6. If you could have any kind of pet, what would you choose? – One that takes care of itself.
  7. If you could become invisible, what would you do? – Honestly, I don’t know if I’d do anything with that power. My teenaged self would’ve probably said that I’d use it to steal money or sneak into the girl’s locker room at school. Nowadays, I know better than to do either of those things. 
  8. Do you have any allergies? – I’m allergic to cats.
  9. What is your favorite sport? – Football. 
  10. which do you like better, being a passenger or driver? – That depends entirely upon who would be driving if I wasn’t.
  11. Have you ever been to Comic-con? – No. I wouldn’t mind going to one sometime, but I have yet to do so.
  12. Have you ever been to Africa? – Nope. Never left America before.
  13. What is your favorite sandwich? – The Italian BMT from Subway is pretty good.
  14. What is your favorite breakfast meal? – BACONNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  15. Have you ever sewed? – A few times during a home ec class back in middle school, but that’s it.

There you have it folks. Answers to questions you didn’t ask.

The Air Inside

The air inside the room was becoming harder and harder to breathe. Each deep gulp brought only a fraction of the oxygen needed to sustain life. Black smoke made up the rest. Hacking coughs followed every attempt to draw breath. Darkness swirled around and around the flames.

“He’s in here,” came a voice from somewhere in the inferno.

A figure clad in black came to take him away. Was it the Grim Reaper?

“He’s not breathing,” the voice informed the world.

Strong hands pushed down on his chest. He was strangely aware of this, despite a numbing fear that washed over him. The hands moved away for a few moments, but soon came back to crush his ribs again. It did nothing but hurt him. He was dying. There was no light. Only darkness awaited him.

Then, he gasped. His lungs expanded greedily. Another fit of coughing shook his whole frame. His throat burned. His head throbbed. Despite the air inside of him, he still felt as if he was suffocating. A fire fighter sat over him. He wondered why his savior wasn’t giving him any oxygen.

Once he finally caught his breath, the fire fighter took his helmet and breathing apparatus off, revealing his face. “Where’s the money?” the fire fighter asked.

His heart dropped. That wasn’t a real fire fighter. Well, he was a real fire fighter. He just had outside interests, as well. A sting erupted in his left cheek as the fire fighter slapped his face. “Where’s the money?”

Feebly, he pointed at his home, which was now fully engulfed in flames. The fire fighter shook his head. “You dumb bastard.”

He almost didn’t register it when the fire fighter pulled a gun out. There was no reaction when the trigger was pulled. No pain came when the bullet entered his chest, only a feeling of cold.

Once again, it was becoming harder and harder to breathe. He looked down at the bullet hole and watched as his blood poured out of him. His head fell back down and smacked into the ground. The darkness came back. He closed his eyes and shuddered as the last bit of the air inside of him passed over his lips.

He knew no more.


My wife and I were sitting on the couch watching TV. From across the house, I hear my daughter yell, “Daddy, come here!”

I go to the kitchen, because that’s where it sounded like it came from, but she wasn’t there. I peeked around the corner and saw the bathroom light on. So, I looked in. There she was, sitting on the toilet. Was she out of tp? What else could it possibly be? I asked, “What, honey?”

 “What’s 2+2?”

That’s what she made me get up off the couch for? So she could ask me math questions while she was on the toilet? “Don’t worry about it, Baby E. Just finish what you’re doing.”

“Come on, daddy. (Grunt) What’s 2 + (Grunt) 2?”

“You don’t need to worry about what 2+2 is right now. The only number 2 you need to be worrying about is the one you’re dropping in the toilet.”

Baby E fixed me with a blank stare while I hear my wife laughing in the other room. Ah, the joys of parenthood.