Commentary:
I still have some letters to add to this... For some odd reason it wasn't saved right. I'll do it asap. Sorry guys. :/
Banter:
There's nothing better than coming home from a week away... after driving 15 hours in a car with a cat... to find that your heater caught on fire while you were gone.
We are very lucky the house didn't burn down. The fire was contained to the unit but needless to say, a charred heating unit makes for a cold house. You take these things for granted... And it really makes you wish you put your laundry away everytime - like gloves and winter beanie hats. We had one night without heat before we were able to call someone in to fix the heater. They were able to replace the inside wiring and everything that was damaged by the fire but were also able to point out additional wiring in the house that also needs to be replaced.
It's unexpected things like this that I can't prepare for. Unexpected financial surprises like this that make being a comic artist for free... well, worrisome. If you can find it in your heart to help us, I'd appreciate it. If you can't, I understand. The last thing I want is someone going into debt on account of my irritable heater. If you have the spare change, anything helps.
May this be just a fluke of bad luck to start 2008 - it's been so nice lately. I was really starting to get comfortable with my neutral karma. And now I think I have a freakin cold. Meh.
Best New Year to everyone out there. I hope yours was a warm one! O_o
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So I was in the Dr.’s office the other day for a routinee check up, and I noticed something. Something that I’ve been noticing more and more as I go to Dr.’s offices. Drug dealers. No, these are not the kind you find on the corner hawking smack, crack, pop (ok, so I was thinking of rice krispies), or heroin. Nor are they the kind that work in the kitchen cooking up meth. No. These are perscription pimps, decked out in suits and ties, with the latest and greatest name brand wonder drug, straight from your friend, big pharma. Also, unlike their street corner siblings, these dealers are armed with college degrees and data mined straight from the corner pharmacy telling them what drugs your Dr. prescribes, and how much, so that they can custom tailor their sales pitch to your Dr. so that he’ll be more likely to prescribe the name brand, newest/most expensive drug at the expense of lower cost generic alternative. However, akin to their less reputable forbearers, they peddle tons of freebies to the Dr. for them to toss in their closet and hand out later, to get the people hooked and coming back for more, in exchange for all your money…
Now don’t get me wrong, there is a flip side to this story, but I’m just not in the mood to tell it because my allergy meds, which make me a decent human being (just ask my family) are damn expensive.
On a nearly completely unrelated subject, I just hooked up Juno and my cat with some kitty weed (cat nip) and Angus is cat nervana right now…