Enough Is Enough

I'm pretty stoked that the media is supporting me; it seldom happens, you know. When this tiff began, I hadn't counted on finding so many people – or kindred spirits – who share my love of making paper airplanes (and then launching them at H).

And it's been satisfying. Still...


Sometimes, isn't one-upmanship what it's all about?

M hopes that it won't come down to using her voodoo doll. She'd rather save it.

(Slightly disproportionate to the real H)

Under Siege

The response to my recent confrontation with M has been enormous. I have heard from numerous readers (a.k.a. Mom, Philip and Finnegan the guinea pigs) who do not hesitate to attack my character. They say I took things way too personally and that I was kind of a "Bratilla the Hun." The local media document my every move, taking my picture and begging for interviews as to why I am so lame and M is such a witty thing. Curse you, M! I must think more about this. In the meantime, I give you an example of the circus my life has become, and I am off to be sure my blinds are closed.

The Confrontation, Part 2

TREMBLE before the indignation of a younger sister!

WITNESS a passive-aggressive squabble!

SMIRK at the ridiculousness!

H, your comic is a testament to your self-absorption.

It was my trip, not YOURS. And a guilt trip is hardly what I had in mind, kiddo*. I wanted to go West and live, dammit! I wanted to climb every mountain, to shop and demand that you feed and entertain me! These are pleasures that too few people have experienced. And if I visit in a couple of months instead of a couple of weeks, won’t that be something to look forward to? I think it is.

It's good that you're defying our DNA and confronting me – in comic form, no less. [Please wear a cape for the next installment.] I suppose I should be glad that you can express yourself in our blog, lest your anger inappropriately come out after a beer or two (or five).

H spoke from the heart, and I heard her. I almost regret giving her my sunglasses after she lost hers.

*I am such the older sister.

The Confrontation, Part 1

Okay, so M and I are having a problem.

Not the kind where I'm all like, "Say, M, may I please borrow your earrings?" and she's all like, "No, Bitch." This is more serious.

I recently moved from a more eastern Canadian province to seek my fortune in the West. The Pet Shop Boys, Jim Morrison, and even our beloved chanteuse Quebecoise Mitsou all condoned my decision in various songs.

Now, because I am on the shy side, and well, go outside only under the cover of night, I confess that I am a bit lonely. To ease my mind, M was supposed to come visit. Oh, the plans I made! The things we would see! (I was gonna take her to Glo Bowl for Pete's sake!) But alas, M cancelled, indefinitely. Seems she is "short of funds." I thought family was priceless, but whatev.

Because I have never been good at talking about my troubles, facing people, or making eye contact, I turn to our blog as a much-needed communication tool. M, this is from the heart.