After a much needed Holiday, Spencer Glum is back with all new adventures. You can catch his unholy acts every Tuesday and Thursday, at The Bollard.com and Drink at Work.com.

So I’m sick. Again. I feel like I’ve been sick all winter. This bit of ill is particularly bad because it involves a fever. And because I’m a creative nutjob, I hallucinate when I get a bad fever. I remember being really young with a scorching forehead and telling my Dad my neck was on backwards and I could see fried chickens in Dixie cups, flying over a barn.

And people wonder where I get ideas for comics.

So last night I had this fever… I was warm, but had the chills. About halfway through the night, I woke to the sound of rushing water. We were having a really bad ice storm, so this made sense. Until I looked down to see water flowing around our second floor bedroom, rapidly filling the room and washing down the stairs. I sprang to life and woke the wife and dogs. “Everyone out! There’s water everywhere!”, I exclaimed.  I was going for my boots and rain gear when the light came on the water disappeared.

So the wife gets me back into bed… We laugh a tired laugh and I try to get some sleep. About an hour later, I woke myself up because I was waving my hands in the air. It seems I was playing Tetris with the huge imaginary Andes’ thin mints I saw floating in the air.

Welcome to hallucination central. Please distinguish all cigarettes, place you trays in an upright position and prepare your brain for anything and everything.

So now, I’m off to bed, once again. Maybe tonight I’ll get to play Monopoly, on an aircraft carrier with Jennifer Connelly and Sheryl Crow. Although, with my luck it’ll be with Dr. Phil and Rachael Ray.

Nothing good ever happens to me.

This is about the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. More, I want more… Do Indiana Jones or Back to the Future. Pure awesomeness.

I really don’t like it when other cartoonists air their gripes with fans in public, and it makes me sick to my stomach every time I have to do it. But the anonymous comments and emails berating me and my work ethic really boil my broccoli. Nothing like a warm computer screen for cowards to hide behind, right? The things I say here I’d gladly say to anyone’s face. My name is Corey Pandolph and here’s what I think:

I’ll keep trying to make as many different comics, comedy shows and TV pitches as I can until I die. No one can stop me. Folks can continue to be mean-spirited and discouraging and I’ll admit, I probably deserve it now and then.

I’ll always do Barkeater Lake in some form or another. I’ll always do comics and comedy some way or another. Just because things are sporadic now, doesn’t mean they will be in a three to six months. And just because I’m not updating things everyday, doesn’t mean I’m not working. That goes for all of us in this “visible” profession. I really think a lot of folks have no idea the insane hours we keep, the days and weeks of frustration we have in coming up with new jokes and ideas. Like I said, it’s easy for people today to sit securely behind a computer screen and anonymously berate those of us with the bollocks to put our creativity out there for world viewing.

I’m not a perfect person and I’m just now learning to be a better businessman. The problem is all my mistakes are visible. All my ups and downs are viewed and picked apart by the populous. It is what it is, I guess. I just think a lot people have no idea what they’re doing when they start typing comments and emails.

I hope folks continue to read what I do, but if they don’t, I’ll still do it. I’ll still keep on keepin’ on.

Happy commenting!

CBP