Carving Pumpkins

Ok, so this was last night. And, ok, so I don't have any drawings for this either. My back hurts, get off it already!

I can't think of any points of particular interest right now either. Worst blog ever!

Bustin Up My Back

OK, sorry for the delay. And sorry that there's no picture to go along with this. I swear there will be later. Check it out, there is totally a picture now!

So, Saturday night Phil and Carrie came over. The combination of them plus Sarah and I always leads to drunkenness. Always. This night, Phil and Sarah decided it was a good idea to ride a speaker (yes, speaker) down the front porch steps. So, of course, when I went outside and they related this genius idea to me, I thought, "That is a horrible idea... so... yes, I will surf this speaker down the steps." 

With nobody to deter me from this thought I hopped on top of the speaker, leaned forward... and... promptly let it slip out from under me and fell backwards, slamming my back into the steps.

At first, the fall knocked the wind out of me. I crawled over to the grass trying to get my breath back and trying to decide if my back was broken. After a bit of deliberation, I confirmed that no, in fact, my back was not broken, so all was well. Apparently the booze had dulled my senses enough to not realize how bad I had actually injured myself.

I woke the next morning in excruciating pain and went to sleep on the couch to keep from waking Sarah. Over the next couple of days I decided that I must have pulled a muscle and it would slowly get better. Now that some time has passed and it still hurts pretty damn bad, I'm weighing an alternate possibility: a cracked rib.

Naturally, being the mild hypochondriac that I am, I scoured the internet for verification. All of the symptoms I've found match mine entirely: pain when I move a certain way, pain when I cough or clear my throat (which is one of my Tourette's induced tics - I told you, mild hypochondriac), horrible pain when I sneeze (and I just did, trust me, don't crack a rib if you have allergies), pain when I take a deep breath (luckily this one isn't that bad, apparently if you can't take deep breaths it can lead to pneumonia).

The solution for this malady (according to various web forums): rest and painkillers. The same solution for a pulled muscle.

So, all that to end up with the same course of action I'm already taking. And I assume that whiskey is considered a painkiller, yes? 

Getting Into the Weekly, Perhaps.

I went to the "Best of Long Beach" party for the District Weekly the other night. For the last year I've been petitioning them to put me in the paper. The funny part being that I am not that big on attention, and really, not that interesting in many ways. 

Since I didn't make the "Sexiest People in Long Beach" (I'm openly campaigning for next year) or the "Best of," I pitched the idea of "What's Dave Gooch Up To?" The idea being that it won't take up much space and can't hurt. 

Well, my friends, the time is at hand. "WDGUT" has been approved and soon(ish) a print variation of this will be appearing. It remains to be seen what kind of format it will take. Probably not exactly like this.

Thank you all for your dedication.

Eating a Grilled Cheese Sandwich

Sometimes I make myself a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch. This is partly because usually all I have in the house is cheese and bread, partly because I'm lazy and mostly because they are delicious.

This also reminded me that I don't like drawing people, and I can't say this really looks like me. More than that, I hate drawing hands (don't we all?) and so the sandwich is magically floating which is really a more ideal situation for everybody.

Mmm...

Getting Windows Fixed on the Ice Cream Truck

 Yesterday I took the truck in to get both windshields and the side window replaced. The windshields have been messed up for a while from wear and tear, but the side window was recent.

I had left it parked in front of Ralph's across from my house (street sweeping) and at some point in the dark of night some hooligans came by to bust shit up. I can only imagine the scenario, but all signs point to an asshole.

Or maybe it was a monster? I guess it would still be an asshole monster though...

Working on my blog (blaugh?)

I'm still trying to figure out this whole process. Eventually there will be pictures that I draw (comics?) for each post. We'll see how that works over time. Bear with me. 

Watched the debates

I'm not entirely sure what they were debating about, but they both seemed to smirk a lot when the other was talking (ok, McCain smirked to keep his anger in check and Obama made more of a condescending smile). 

I find myself thinking Obama would make a good Joker. Also, I am surprised I haven't heard anybody call him "Brobama" yet.

Apparently Carrie says McCain looks like a bridge troll... I can't argue against that.

I'm working on a better way to incorporate pictures into this. Give me time.

Drinking Coffee

I made myself an espresso with sugar in it. Almost like a Cuban coffee, but not really. I'm up to boring stuff most of the time.