It’s hard on the back, you know, sitting on your ass all day drawing comics. There’s no better way to end the day (or start the day) than taking a long, hot bath.
Of course, bathing in and of itself is boring; I need to do something. I’d listen to music but I’m terrified of being electrocuted, so anything electrical is out. Books are not (yet) electrical, so they’re in.
I read a lot. And I bathe a lot. And I read in the bath a lot. I read all of the Hitchhiker’s Guide books in the bath. I read Henry Miller’s Rosy Crucifixion in the bath. I read the Pterosaur Encyclopedia in the bath. But today I received a new book: The Dinosauria. This volume is gigantic and unruly: 8.5″ x 11″ x 2.5″, 1000 pages, 10kg.
You know, it isn’t very bathtub friendly.
Holding it steady is a challenge in any condition, but trying to do so while drunk and drinking is virtually impossible.
Kids: Learn from my mistake. Do not drink while reading The Dinosauria in the bath. The consequences are dire.