Archive for March, 2011



March 30, 2011

How strange is it that the word phonics isn’t really spelled phonetically?  Talk about do as I say, not as I do…


Let’s put the fun back in Nissen Fundoplication.

March 28, 2011

As I mentioned before, I will be having surgery soon.  The procedure is called a Nissen Fundoplication (as you may have guessed from the very specific joke above).  Basically, it involves wrapping part of my stomach around my esophagus and sewing it in place to strengthen the gastroesophageal junction. My drawing is a pretty fair representation of the wrap and suture results (minus the festive hat and confetti).


The only thing ghosts fear…

March 24, 2011

I wrote on Monday that very soon I would be having an endoscopy.  “Very soon” turned out to be even sooner than I had anticipated – yesterday, in fact.  The doctors I met with were concerned about a few things.  Things like cancer.

Let me tell you, once your physician uses the word cancer, it’s all you really hear for the rest of a visit. “Blah blah blah cancer blah blah.  Cancer blah blah blah blah.”

I was quickly scheduled for a EGD (esophagogastroduodenoscopy) on Wednesday morning.  The good news, thank God, was that the doctors found no cancer or precancerous evidence.  I will need surgery, but frankly, even surgery sounds like good news when compared to cancer.

Well… almost.


Very few kids dream of being a gastronaut.

March 21, 2011

About 10 years ago I had an endoscopy done on my upper GI tract.  Before the procedure, I pictured the equipment as a high-tech combo of fiber optic cables and Mission Impossible style miniature spy cameras.  What I found looked more like a garden hose with a digital point and shoot camera stuck to the business end.  It. Was. HUGE.

I am looking at another endoscopic procedure very soon.  Here’s hoping the hardware looks more technologically impressive and/or they just don’t show it to me this time.


Some people are unapologetically elitist.

March 11, 2011

A good friend used the phrase “unapologetically elitist” in a recent conversation.  Although he was talking about something totally different, all I could see was Mr. Peanut tipping his glossy top hat.


He’s the injure-bread man.

March 9, 2011

As I sit down to write this, I realize that I missed an opportunity with this cartoon.  I drew him with a crutch.  I should have drawn a candy cane…


Classic rock.

March 7, 2011

In terms of music, I am apparently older than dirt.

I am annoyed by teenagers blasting music in their cars, I am immune to Beiber fever, and I can’t even remember the last time I recognized the musical guest on Saturday Night Live.

When did this happen?  My best guess is that it was around the same time that I realized the only new CDs in the house belonged to our 4 year-old.


Coconuts: now with liquid centers.

March 4, 2011

For Christmas, my wife received an electric griddle.  We have a lot of people in our house, so it has been a wonderful addition to our kitchen.  We use it often and love how quickly it can cook large amounts of pancakes, bacon, hamburgers, etc.

With that said – we also got lots of entertainment from the packaging.

A griddle is a fairly simple product and the manufacturers obviously felt they needed more features for the packaging.  They listed in large, bold letters things like: large cooking area (sounds good), power cord included (um… I would hope so) and even heat resistant feet to avoid countertop damage (what?!).

Since when does not burning down my house count as a selling point?


He’s just a hippochondriac.

March 2, 2011

Some things are harder for me to draw than others.  Hippos heads, for example, are quite difficult.  Hippo bodies are apparently impossible.

Blankets, on the other hand, are quite easy…