Elf Blood

Whew, what a day it’s been! Had a lovely day at the Chinese New Year celebration this morning, always great to be out and about at a festival. New Year celebrations always make me proud of my Chinese heritage, much as Burns Night makes me proud to be Scottish. The smell of food cooking at the stalls; Delicious! The sound of a thousand voices nattering away in Cantonese and putonghua; Thrilling! The westerner who thinks he’s being worldly-wise by wishing every Chinese stranger he passes by a happy new year; Full marks for effort, but penalties for annoyance!

But that’s not what I’m here to talk to you about. Oh no. You see, after the celebration I wandered along to the Drink’n’Draw, and we had a great time as per usual. Drinking, drawing, laughing, drinking… And then it happened. We created something… Terrible. A new phrase. A phrase that we now love and fear. A phrase that we must share with the world.

“Popping your brain cherry”.

Imagine, if you will, Little Timmy. Little Timmy has JUST been allowed on the internet… with the safeties turned off. He’s been deemed old enough and responsible enough to monitor and regulate his own content. And so he wanders along happily along the information superhighway, clicking on link after link… Then, it happens. He clicks onto something that changes his life. It… Changes something within him.

*snap*

That’s the sound of his mind going. The floodgates of madness have been let open, and the full force of the internet come rushing in to fill that void. 4chan, Youtube Comments, 9gag. Everything that is wrong and that is oh so right about the internet.

That, my friends, is what Popping Your Brain Cherry is all about. Now go spread the word!

DO AS I COMMAND!

M.