Errol: From what I understand, Alina did have this conversation with Debs.

Whitless: At least the focus is off me now.  I’m starting to get questions from my friends because of Errol’s tendencies to blur lines of reality.

How DOES he know so many blonds anyway?  I thought we were all…you know, dying out or something like that.  ‘Cause of all those recessive genes.  I totally wrote jeans first.  Ohhh, yes, I could have backspaced and just left it at that, but I feel that you, the world, need to know…Wouldn’t that be a great movie?  The Last of the Blonds.

Errol: Because of yesterday’s post where CBC put Debs having my last name, I was talking about this to Manda. And I asked her if she thought Debs and I were together because, as I’ve said, it’s a common occurrence. And she was adamant on how she was pretty sure on my powers of singleness. 

Whitless: The first time I met him was in the Debs and Errol show, and he was constantly saying he was having trouble getting girls…what was I SUPPOSED to think?

Debs: Oh man…

Errol: I’m writing my wife into these comics somehow.

Debs: Yeah, could you please?  And give her a descriptor other than “blond”, or the other blond character will let it get to her head.

Whitless:  I’m still going to go on the record as not thinking Errol likes me .  Part of me thinks I should put a stop to this particular subject matter…but most of me realizes that trying to stop Errol only makes him try harder to make it happen.  Besides which, I’m a sucker for a good punchline…although I’m a little nervous .

Errol: When I walk into a room, I start shooting portals in places that look like they’re supposed to go. So if I see a wall that’s way off in the distance, I shoot it. It happened I saw two inclined portals that I immediately shot, and I don’t know why. Manda goes on these catapults, and eventually, finds herself in an infinite loop of catapults and my portals. It was awesome because I didn’t know what I was supposed to do then.

And then my wife came in and I wanted to tell her she was gorgeous, but Manda was still stuck in the loop. I sure get distracted easily. But hey.. wife is gorgeous.

Whitless:  You know what sucks more than trying to get Errol to focus?  Trying to get Errol to focus while you’re helplessly flying through the air in an endless loop of catapults, ESPECIALLY when you very clearly see that allllll he needs to do is push a little button, but he can’t figure out how to get there because he seems to have acquired the memory of a fish.  And you can’t even hit him or jingle keys in his face because you’re playing online over skype.  BRAAAAAAGGGGHH!…You know, I’m wondering if Errol drew this comic WHILE I was trapped in this endless loop.  Which would be evil, but wouldn’t surprise me.  I’ll have my revenge…someday…first…I must build a faith plate….

Errol: Yes, I know, people will comment on how ‘ding’ is some sort of naughty euphemism (“My ding-a-ling!”).

However, this is basically true. I was at Manda’s place and trying to find something to pick up a pizza, and I yelled out, “Hey! You got anything to pick up the ding?”

And she responds, “There’s an oven mitt in the drawer” or something like that. This girl is a quick learner. She’s been given a crash course in Errol for the last two months, and so far has survived swimmingly.

Poor girl.

Whitless: Holy crap, it’s only been two months?!…sometimes it feels like two years.  Discerning between the various “dings” Errol is referring is a fine art, and if you’re friends with Errol you don’t really get a choice in learning it.  I think he would make an interesting anthropological study.

And yes, Errol has his own glass that he uses at my place.  It’s blue and has stars and moons and he refuses to drink out of any other glass I own.  It’s from my university days and was the first glass I owned for myself.  Special!  I used to have two, but one broke and it made me infinitely sad…luckily, I still have the matching mug!  Errol has not found that yet, but I’m sure if we drank tea he would demand that mug as well.  I hope you’ve enjoyed my pointless story.

Cool. I have a mug now. Awesome.

Debs:  Soon, you will start using “dings” and “bingy-bings” with people other than Errol.  Then you’re really in trouble.  You’ll start doing it at parties…with your family… and then people will start understanding it and that’s even scarier.  It mildly freaked me out that my boss understood it when I did it at work and – this is only my third day!  It went something like:

Boss:  I bought the squishy!
Me: Yay, the squishy!!
Co-worker: The squishy?  What?!
Boss: The thing you asked for.  I forget what it’s called. Deb called it a squishy yesterday.
Me: ….mop…thing…

Have I mentioned that I’m working part time at a yoga studio?  I brought my own mug from home.  If anyone has any connections to Teaopia or David’s Tea, please tell me.  If I can work at one of those places too, I’m set for life.

Errol: My boss at works understands me too. It’s all awesome.

Errol: Debs wanted to do this comic for today. I said we probably should wait till the weekend where she has more time to draw. Then I figured, she’s right. It should be today. Poor Debs.

Errol: The problem with being male and having female creative partners is that you have to eventually reassure them that you don’t like them in a romantic way. When you are an old, unattractive male, they all naturally assume you are some creepy guy that just wants some nubile fling!

Debs: I never assumed…GARRRRRRRRRRRGH! Isn’t the word ‘nubile’ meant for 18 year olds?

Debs has a problem with males liking her. I have a problem with females thinking I like them. *laugh*

Debs: Admit it, Errol.  You like the fact that guys like me because then they are more likely to come to our shows.

Happy Valentine’s day! They’re going to kill me for this post, I just know it.

Debs: Hey…I’m just glad you didn’t make today’s comic about me!

Hah! See? I knew you thought I liked you. *sigh*

Whitless: For the record, I never thought Errol interested in me romantically .  I was more confused that he wanted to be my friend in the first place, ‘cause you know… he’s cool. 

Are you sure we’re thinking of the same guy?

But I do empathize with the perception of creative partners in this world.  There’s been a few co-actors/writers over the years that my friends have assumed I was romantically involved with simply because we meshed so well on stage.  It’s a hard relationship to describe to people, so it’s easier just to let them assume.

Also for the record: Errol was brilliant for getting married on Valentine’s Day.  It’s like a 2-for-1 deal!  And easy to remember!

Errol: I don’t believe any of you.