Blogs are for people with too much time on their hands and no real social lives. So I should be great a keeping one. But alas, I am not. My updates are about as regular as that poor woman who seems to be in every laxative commercial, (before she empties her metaphorically-dubious handbag and starts farting rose petals).

Last week the theme was love and what we go through in the hope of having it returned. A trifle cynical, but I don’t think it’s too far a stretch to imagine that if there were vampires, there would be people lonely or desperate enough to date them. And I mean real blood-drinking vampires here, not the tofu-sucking vegan-vampires of recent popular fiction and movies. The physical demands a vampire-lover would put on your heart would probably be insignificant compared with the emotional demands a typical relationship puts on it.

This week we’re in the territory of dealing with imminent death (I believe ideas in comic strips can be extended beyond Monday-hating cats), and do we really learn from our mistakes.

If we could travel back in time and change our lives how many of us would? I’d like to think there are plenty of things I’d go back and change, but then I wouldn’t be who I am today. And if everything in my life had run smoothly, I’d have nothing to write about. Also, I’m not sure how much free-will we have in the decisions we make in life. Most of them seem to spur-of-the-moment and made on instinct. The feeling of having made a meaningful decision only comes later when we rationalise the choice to ourselves.

Relax.

Matt