Suckage

Sucks: when your husband is sick enough that you have to take an unscheduled trip into Philly to take him to the doctor.
Extra sucks: when you get sideswiped on the Schuylkill Expressway by an inattentive woman’s SUV on the way there and now have to get your car repaired.
Ultimate Suckage: when your finally reach the hospital, they decide your husband needs a “tune up” (run of IVs and therapy and such) to clean all the crap out of his system… starting Tuesday and lasting at least a week in the hospital and at least 21 days of IVs.

Yeah… my life’s going to be chaos for a little while. Expect sporadic updates at best.

But there are still 2 Idiocy comics in the queue for tomorrow and Saturday, so you’ve got that going for you.

Laughing to tears….

I don’t remember where I got the link to Passive-Aggressive Notes Dot Com (I think it was a tweet by @bbraithwaite) but OMG, these are going into my daily trawl.

The following ones made me laugh so hard I was crying. Click images if not large enough to read, safety for work not guaranteed:

In other news, my back’s feeling a lot better when I’m not using it for things like exercise… frustrated, because I’d like to get back to Tang Soo Do, but thinking I won’t rush it.

And here’s some caffeinated jerky in case you’re having problems falling asleep while eating regular jerky, I guess. And here are some disturbing Japanese ads with talking foods that spout random trivia in case you’re still falling asleep and want to have some seriously f’d up dreams.

Speaking of which, I need to get the snoring terriers to bed.

Yet another update, and even more weird shit

Ah, Twitter. You’ve opened up whole new worlds of weird shit on the Internet for me.

First, an update: hurt my back yesterday goofing off with the dogs – same way every other family member seems to do it. Just lucky I guess, or a genetic defect in my back which the whole family seems to share. But I’m gonna go with luck.

As such, haven’t spent a lot of time in front of the computer or drawing – more time spent lying down and groaning. Doc says here’s some stuff to treat it, call back in a week if it’s not better. I have no complaints, it was the answer I was hoping for. But something tells me I’m back out of Tang Soo Do for the week. Dammit.

Meanwhile, dogs who fought a stomach bug all weekend are feeling fine now, which is good because I don’t think I can run the carpet cleaner any more anyway. So things work out for the best I guess.

Now, for some weird shit:

OK, bedtime.

More weird shit.

Here’s another roundup of weird shit brought to you by the Internet.

Oh, and finally, this keeps cracking me up on TV:

I think Twitter’s just randomly redisplaying my favorites now, so that ought to hold you for a while.

Well, damn.

Don’t you hate it when you get halfway through drawing a comic and suddenly realize that hey, that character isn’t carrying a backpack… and hasn’t been for the entire scene… so why am I drawing one in now?

Crap crap crap. Have to redraw Cole for the whole damn comic.