So many times I read xkcd and get a glimpse of that once possible future, the one where I pursue higher mathematics and have the intellectual prowess to make jokes that are truly funny, but somehow over my head. It gives me that good kind of anxiety that comes from being surrounded by really smart people. Other times I read it and see the present and it makes me laugh out loud because that’s really funny too (and still contains some pseudo-intellectual chicanery). Other times, I see my life so clearly in these little stick figure gems that I can barely believe it. (That’s when I start sweeping for bugs…)

This, sadly or not, is not a true story for me, but the circumstances and ahem tendencies are all pretty much par for the course.