I own a lot of T-shirts. So many T-shirts, in fact, that my wife and I frequently have a conversation that goes like this:
Her: So. I see you got another T-shirt.
Me: Yeah. Isn't it awesome?!
Her: Where's it going to go?
Me: In my T-shirt drawer with all my other awesome T-shirts.
Her: By "T-shirt drawer" do you mean "pile next to the bed, pile in your office, pile on top of the dresser, box in garage, other box in garage, and pile that gets transferred from bed to floor and back again every twenty-four hours?"
Me: But it's awesome!
Her: [annoyed grunt]
One of my most awesome T-shirts (which lives in the drawer, for the record) is from the xkcd store: Science, it works, Bitches. I love it so much, I wore it to PAX, where I saw several other people wearing it. We may have shouted "Excelsior!" At each other, or maybe I imagined that. What I know for a fact is that dozens of people saw it and proclaimed, "xkcd rocks!" Because it does.
In the background of this picture is my friend Paul, and his awesome daughter, Ivy.
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