Conventional Wisdom

It’s a good thing, too. Aside from visiting the Maid Cafe, I lived entirely off food I carried up to the hotel with me. (In fact, I managed to go all weekend without leaving the hotel. It’s hard to imagine how I could become MORE of a hermit after leaving the house, but I found a way)

(Historical Notes: Given how much I lived on ramen bowls while living in DC, there’s something funny about me not encountering one of these forks until I bought some bowls in Raleigh and brought them up with me.  Also, this comic leaves out the fork’s most fascinating feature.  IT HAD A JOINT IN THE MIDDLE THAT ALLOWED IT THE BE FOLDED UP.  Sheer genius.)