I'm reading the 4th Penny Arcade book, Birds are Weird. I picked it up at the bookstore the other day, because it's new, and I'm kinda in it. When I bought it, Nolan asked me if it was weird to buy a book that I was in. I told him that no, it is not weird. It is awesome.
There are a lot of brilliant strips, including cardboard tube samurai and the fruit fucker, and each one is accompanied by a brief musing from Tycho, very similar to the comic online. As an epic bonus, there are also Tycho's posts from when he went to Europe with his wife Brenna. While they were in Italy, he wrote this:
Guys keep hitting on my wife, which I can understand, so it doesn't bother me. She looks pretty good, all's fair. But please, don't tell me I'm So Lucky or that I'm A Lucky Man. Brenna could not understand why this would make me angry when them kissing her arm or whatever would not. I let her in on a little man secret. When you tell a guy that he is a Lucky Man, you aren't saying it because she seems like a really nice person. What you are telling him is that you would so fuck that. You would fuck that to pieces.
When Otis and I were covering the 2006 WSOP for PokerStars, we got off on a tangent one day about lower back tattoos, better known as "the tramp stamp." We were walking through the Forum Shops at Caesar's Palace, on our way to buy Gelatto. Actually, I was buying Otis Gelatto, and we were on a totally non-gay date at the time, but that's not important right now.
"In some cases, they can be outrageously sexy," I argued.
"Name one example," he countered.
"Lisa Boyle," I said, without a moment's hesitation.
"I don't know who that is," he said.
"And that's what we'll tell your wife," I said.
"Would you agree that they are mostly slutty?" He said. "They're basically a target, if you know what I mean."
Before I could answer, a woman pushed her way between us, striding purposefully toward whatever someone strides purposefully toward while in the Forum Shops at Caesar's Palace. She was not an attractive woman.
She had a lower back tattoo.
In gangsta script, it said, "Lucky Man."
"You win, Otis," I said.
For the remainder of the 2006 WSOP, Otis and I would alert each other to the presence of slutty women by use of the code phrase, "Lucky man."
So, Tycho is obviously a Lucky Man, but not all Lucky Men are created equal.
