I love my brother, but sometimes he’s a bit special.

He walks over to me as I’m typing away and says “What color is yellow?”

We just sort of stare at each other for a few moments as I try to figure out what the hell kind of question that is and how to answer it. He’s not colorblind, so I had no idea what on Earth he wanted.

Finally, he says, “I mean, what’s the code for yellow, the hexidecimal.”

I’m kind of afraid of what he’s making flaming yellow on his MySpace.