I totally screwed up the panel order in today’s comic. I have added helpful guide arrows to show you correct reading order.
Anyway, my sister-in-law is taking cake decorating classes, and as a result is baking a heckuva lot of cakes lately. Not that I mind, of course, but I am the primary cake eater in the house, which has led to some speculation…
I really do not like needles. At all. I would make a terrible heroin addict, ’cause I’d always be trying to find other ways to get the stuff into my system. Needles skeeve me the hell out.
Anyway, today I had to go to the doctor and get some blood drawn for routine labs. I have notoriously difficult to find veins: they’re deep, small, and tend to roll when a nurse attempts to stab them with a needle. I’ve had times when they tried both arms and both hands and still not hit a vein. Meanwhile, I’m in needle-stuck agony and trying very hard not to pass out (I really do not like needles). They usually end up having more luck with my hands than the inside of my elbows, so nowadays we just go straight to the hand.
Anyway, long story short, I had blood drawn today. And then I did a drawing of blood drawing. It’s some recursive nonsense up in here.
We’ve all been working out in this household, by which I mean myself, my wife, and my two sisters-in-law. My wife’s been doing things with something called a kettlebell, which I’d sure as hell never heard of, but apparently it’s quite strenuous. Even now, four days after the fact, she complains of the pain in her legs.
I finally bit the bullet. I got bigger index cards for the daily sketches.
Seriously, I was doing two- and three-panel comics every day, and it was becoming difficult to cram any kind of detail into such a small space. So I grabbed the next size up.
And promptly couldn’t think of anything to draw.
My wife is doing the whole low-carb thing. It’s been going well for her; everything she’s doing defies traditional health sense (more meat! More fat! Screw whole grains!), but there’s been some definite benefits from the whole deal.
Anyway, what it means for me is that I get giant chunks of meat for dinner each night, which makes me happy because I’m basically a meatetarian. Last night, she made ribs.
All of which is a convoluted way of telling you that I got to have leftover ribs for lunch today and you didn’t, so there.
My wife and her sisters put little face stickers all over their water bottles the other day. It’s cute, but I also find it a little disturbing…
Also, I’m not particularly happy with the drawing in the first panel. I mean, there’s something not at all right about the left arm on me. Don’t even get me started on the knees.
My sister-in-law, as I’ve mentioned before, is quite the baker. She’s recently started taking cake decoration classes. Now, I’m not particularly picky about what a cake looks like, if we’re being completely honest, but it does mean she’s going to be baking cakes on a pretty regular basis. Like, a couple times a week.
I am, needless to say, a little pleased with this.
The wife loves, and I mean loves, Poirot. For our anniversary last month, I actually got her one of the Poirot movie collections. David Suchet’s portrayal of the Belgian detective is pretty definitive (I was reading something earlier today that said by the end of the current season, he will have performed in every single Poirot story published except for one short story. That’s pretty damn impressive.
My wife distrusts the paper cutter at work. She lives in constant fear someone will lose a finger to the damn thing. She is especially concerned given my rather lackadaisical attitude towards the paper cutter. I am quite likely to lose the tip of a finger to that thing someday, I just hope it’s not on my guitar hand.
Sketches From Memory 