There will be a comic up on Saturday. I like that day. I think I'll stick with it from now on. In the meantime, you can check out a guest comic I did for another writer listed on clanBOB. Its always good to help out your community, you know?

This week I've been thinking about what it means to be crazy. And I was wondering how much "craziness" is just due to misunderstandings. Example: our one-armed neighbor. Is he crazy really crazy? Or does he just ACT that way?
The story:
You already know I live in a forest. There are leaves everywhere, but not many more than the average yard. We have a few piles of pine needles by the side of the road. No big deal. Only problem is, we live across the street from one of those people who are OCD about keeping their yard perfect. The man picks up individual needles and walks a leafblower down the road just to be SURE everything is perfect. I can tell he is really bothered by the way our yard looks. He often eyes our pine needles with contempt. If I decide to sweep off the driveway, he comes over to tell me how glad he is that I'm doing it...
...wait... how does he start that leaf-blower with his one arm...?
Anyway. My father tells me that he came home the other night to find his yard on fire. And guess who is standing there tending the blaze? Crazy one-arm man! He and my dad have a little talk at this point, but then dad just harrumphs, and leaves him to it. The damage is already done. Now there is a huge hole in the yard. Black, smoldering, and far less sightly than the original piles. What was the man thinking? That he was being a good neighbor? Or did the sight of those piles bother him so much that he HAD to do something about them?
I choose to believe in the latter, because I think it makes the story funnier. I envision him dancing around the fire and chanting, his one hand held high in the air. But that doesn't mean he's necessarily nuts.

I think I'll quit here and write more Saturday. I'm in town Rachel. Give me a call.  ¶ 22:30