Oh, My Aching...

When I first started this blog, I intended it to be all about my cartoons, with a few of my witty observations and comments thrown in for good measure. As time went on, I found myself commenting on a lot of other things, and cartoons and cartooning sort of got lost along the way. For a while, I fretted over this, and tried to think of ways to bring the magical world of cartooning back to the forefront. I have been somewhat unsuccessful.

So for the time being, this blog is going to be about whatever the heck I want it to be about. If I want to write about Rocco the Wonder Dog, waffles, Doctor Who toys, or the Wonderful World of Organized Sports, I will. (Don't hold your breath on that last one.) You cartoon fans needn't fret, though. I will still be posting from time to time about cartooning, including my now revered tips for you aspiring cartoonists. Also, until I get my highly anticipated "art" blog up, I will post random drawings of mine here from time to time, when words escape me. 

If you can think of any topics you'd like me to hold forth on, please let me know in the comments section. You needn't even leave your name. You can post anonymously, although thinking of some clever alias is much more fun.

I actually don't have much on my mind today, because my freaking back is killing me! As I may have mentioned before, this is no mild twinge giving me pause. This is red-hot-poker-directly-in-my-spine agony that it seems only death's sweet kiss will relieve.

You might imagine I developed this pain performing some strenuous physical activity. If you do, you don't know me very well (I rely on Perfect Wife for most of the heavy lifting around here). The most strenuous physical activity that I perform usually is twisting the top off a Diet Coke™. That, and occasionally bagging my own groceries. I actually received this pain as a result of my duties as an usher at the outdoor concert venue we work for during the Summer. No, I wasn't helping a hefty patron into their seat. It turns out that standing on concrete for two or three hours with my doctor-diagnosed flat feet plays havoc with my spine. I come home with a crampy back, and only a hot bath and a lie-down eases the pain. Slowly, I am getting used to this routine and my back is feeling better. By the end of the Summer, I should be fine.

As I may have mentioned before, this back trouble may be karma making a pay back. As a lad, I used to feign back pain to get out of snow shovelling duty. My Mother usually fell  for it, and I would sit inside sipping Swiss Miss™ while she shoveled the driveway. I would often have to turn up the TV really loud to drown out the sound of her scraping the driveway with her shovel.

So don't feel too bad for me. Maybe I deserve this pain. Although I should point out, Mum really did a much better job on the driveway than I would have.