With two weeks of webcomic strips under our belts (I said “webcomic!” Did you catch that, search engines?), I am left to ponder the origins of the phrase “under our belts.” What is under our belts? Our pants? Layers of fat, perhaps? Or maybe guns stuck in there all willy-nilly? None of these options help me visualize this arbitrary milestone. Not that four comic strips on the internet can be called a milestone. I’m just using words all willy-nilly here. Shouldn’t you be gardening or something? It’s the weekend now.