Well, okay, it wasn’t the levees, but the pipes that had frozen on us the other day, BURST. I had put a small 1950s type heater fan in the room to get it warm, timed it for 30 minutes, and when I came back, the steam was shooting out the back door outside, I rushed in to find about 2 inches of water built up and flooding the straw I had put in there for our dog as well.

Sigh. LUCKILY, it was only two pipes that went to a small bathroom that we don’t use because it’s freezing cold in there. (which is ironic because thats why the pipes busted)- Who would set up plumbing like that??

So we call a local plumber who says he’ll be here in 15 minutes, and he was. “Snoopy” — Yeah, that was his name. Nice old guy, a little “odd”… my wife and I watched as he was doing his plumbing thing, capping off those lines we decided to just sacrifice that bathroom, at least for the winter. (maybe entirely) So the guy is talking to us and not really paying attention to where his torch is going… getting REAL close to electric lines and wood and and one point hitting the foundation paint and sending some embers flying. My wife and i looked nervously at each other… PLEASE DON’T BURN DOWN OUR NEW HOUSE, SNOOPY! — Before Snoopy left, he showed us how he freaks kids out by challenging them by saying “bet you 50 bucks you can’t do what I can do?” — then he removes his bottom row of false teeth. And in doing so, he freaked us out a little. Charming.

A 100 bucks later, our pipes were fixed and capped off…. and I was back to drawing like some obsessed madman.

What have I learned this winter? FUCK WINTER. That’s what.

Seriously, bring on the global warming or something. I don’t care.

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In comic news… Last tuesday night I had had another dream with Jack Kirby in it (this has happened a few times over the years) - In the dreams, he’s always kind of a hardass or yelling at me for complaining. “get the lead out!” - Then he tells me a barrage of fantastical ideas to use, like it’s his stream of consciousness– all of which I can’t remember the next morning. Ever have those sort of dreams? — Well, I was a little freaked out to learn that Tuesday had been 13 years since Jack had passed away, and comic books began their slow death. Dreams are strange.

SAUL SIMIAN debuts today over in HERO BY NIGHT. And we’ll see you back here tomorrow, hopefully, for another installment of Yirmumah.

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