iChatting With Joe

I recently made the aquaintance by email of an interesting and creative Chicagoan who answers online to the moniker Joe V. Having recently discovered Stuck Rubber Baby and Wendel All Together, Joe was inspired to ask if he might conduct a video interview with me to post on the "best-of-the-underground" webblog, Canned Culture, which Joe co-creates with his friend Melissa Sue.

If you click on her link you’ll find that the informative and entertaining Melissa Sue is stingy with hard information in her Blogger Profile but she sports a great hat that’s worth a looksee. Joe’s knit cap isn’t chopped liver, either.

Anyway, Joe and I recorded our "video conference" with iChat. It was my first chance to learn what the blue-word-balloon-with-a-video-camera-in-it icon in my iMac’s dock is all about. Another cool program from Apple!

As you can see from the screen shot above, I didn’t go so far as to dress up for the interview. But Joe’s a laid-back guy who doesn’t go for formality, so we meshed well and had a good time gabbing about my books and his videoblogging adventures.

The interview itself came out well, but I’m going to have to have a word with my barber about his well-intended but unrequested effort at masking my advancing baldness with an ineffectual combover.

I was informed by Joe today that editing has been completed and that our conversation can now be viewed at his blog as a YouTube video. This marks my first incarnation as a YouTube presence, on top of being an iChat virgin. I can feel myself become a late-arriving Time magazine "Person of the Year." If you stil have that issue of Time lying around, take a look at that mirror on the front cover and let me know if you see my face in it.

Brief Health Update

I seem almost finished with my recent ear infection, although the assurances in my last blog post that I was "clearly on the upswing" at that time turned out to be premature. Never jinx a recovery with optimism, I should have instructed myself before composing that last cheery post. Fast on its heels came a truly wretched night of sleeplessness, feverishness, and pounding headaches.

My doctor decided that I was on the wrong antibiotic and phoned in a substitute prescription to our pharmacy. The new one is named sulfamethoxazole-trimethoprim. Since it has either 180% or 190% more letters in its name than amoxicillin (depending on whether or not you count the hyphen), it stands to reason that it must be either 180% or 190% more beneficial.

Relief has come swiftly, I’m happy to report. With the change of prescriptions I was quickly freed from the headaches, although debilitating fatigue continued to dog me until last weekend. With five more days to go on the new regimen, I’m now allowing myself to be cautiously obtimistic that I’m actually getting well.

But only cautiously optimistic, please note. No full-fledged optimism for me; no sir! I’ve learned my lesson.

About Howard

I'm a cartoonist and writer, best known for my graphic novel, Stuck Rubber Baby, and my comic strip from the 1980s, Wendel.
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