A comic.
I meant to get two comics done today, but I was laid up all afternoon with a pretty terrible headache and couldn’t really do anything but sleep. So yeah, just one comic. The wife and I recently started watching Being Human on Netflix (the original UK version), and it’s pretty darn good. Almost accidentally watched a few moments of the US version this evening, but I managed to stop it before any irreparable damage could be done to our psyches.
And here’s number 3 for the day! If I do two to,or row. I’ll be all caught up!
The birds do seem to be at war with my cars. They’ve been pooping on them mercilessly for the past week or so. I also do d a baby bird today, and found myself thinking, “I’ll let this prisoner live, and you can cease hostilities. Fair deal?” Apparently not, as my car was covered in even more crap the next time I went outside.
A second comic today! This happened the other night. My wife is a bit strange, but I love her anyway.
So instead of doing…well, anything last night, I fell asleep at 5:30 or so. Slept until about 7:00 this morning, which felt great, but meant I did not get a comic drawn. So now I’m three comics behind (I haven’t forgotten about the two I still owe from last weekend). I’ll try to get at least a couple up today.
I’m on a roll with the 90s music references lately. Here’s another one. I never did understand why the Goo Goo Dolls felt the need to record that cover of Supertramp’s “Give a Little Bit.” I mean, the only difference was Johnny Buttchin sang and got the verses out of order. They did nothing to make the song sound different (though I guess after they hit it big with “Name,” they basically copied the Supertramp sound anyway, so I guess it all makes sense).
Anyway, yeah, I thought way too much about this, obviously.
Heard the Spin Doctors in Staples today. It was a bit strange, I have to say.
I’d also add Ben Folds Five “Philosophy,” though that’s maybe a little too on the nose.
Allison’s departure from the house is a wrench, I’ll admit. There are way fewer cakes around, for instance, and I’m pretty sure I’ll have to make my own breakfast on the weekends (I will miss the scones).
I’ll be the first to admit it: I’m a bit of a momma’s boy (okay, a lot), but I also feel that my mom has been over nearly backwards over the years to Provide me with the upbringing and care that made me a decent person. I wouldn’t be who I am without her (or my father, but that’s a different post). So, thank you, mom, for always being there. I love you.
We now return you to your regularly-scheduled jokes about baking Downton Abbey.
