Really, I try to avoid to draw anything with wheels.
Had a brief moment of panic this past week when my car decided to not start one morning. Instantly thought this was gonna be Old Car all over again, with the added twist of “BUT I’M STILL TRYING TO PAY THIS CAR OFF HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME RAAAAGGGHHHH.”
Turned out, my car just needed to have a new battery. It’s nice to have a car where someone mechanically inclined can actually pinpoint what’s wrong instead of being stumped. Truly glorious.
Also, can I just say, what in the WORLD are they thinking with opening up schools? It’s a pandemic – jamming a bunch of kids into a place that is already a hub for germs is straight up stupid. I don’t understand. I really don’t.
We’ve gone from the brink of WWIII (January) and Australia being on fire (February) to being in the midst of a pandemic (March), dealing with killer hornets (April) and now, the United States is on fire (May-June).
It has been…a lot.
Like, 2020 has been pulling no punches and just keeps dishing stuff out. It’s crazy, man. I am all up for joining Anemone under the sea at this point.
On a more serious note, I have already posted my thoughts about everything that’s going on over on Facebook, but to sum it up here:
Now is NOT the time for all lives matter. Now is the time for Black Lives Matter. Now is the time to give Black people the microphone. Period.
I really, really hope something good comes out of all this, and that everyone participating in the protests stay safe.
Derek Chauvin and his fellow cops can rot.
Donald Trump needs to take an exit. Or least have his Twitter taken away.
George Floyd. Breonna Taylor. Tony McDade. Say their names.
It would feel a bit remiss to not at least mention something here about it. Now is the time to learn and listen. Believe me, I’m doing both.
So. Friday. I log on, ready to post. WordPress lets me know that there are a few things I should probably fix on my blog. And I’m like, “Okay, sure. I’ll get on that.”
One of them was updating to https. Now, I have the technological know-how of a squirrel, but after looking it up, I think, “Oh! Okay. I’ve got this. All I have to do is change one little thing here, and-”
I can’t log in. None of my posts can be clicked on. They all lead to some North Carolina plumbing service’s website.
So, I decided to handle this in a calm, mature fashion, and proceeded to promptly freak out.
My parents didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to do. 5 years of work seemingly went straight down the tubes. I have all the pictures saved, but none of the writing, because what even is backing up?
And, of course, it had to happen on a Friday afternoon. With COVID-19 prancing around the country. Because IMPECCABLE TIMING.
I finally managed to gather enough of my senses to Google what the sweet hell what I’m supposed to do now. And I discovered a WordPress Support website. Thank GOD.
I get in touch with someone. I spill all the sweet gory details of what happened to my precious blog. And they get right to work.
Apparently, my directory databases got corrupted, which screwed up my ability to log in. Could they fix it? Yes they could.
I paid up the money (which was a lot), sent them what I could – and all I could do was wait. And panic. And stress. And wait. And hope I wasn’t being taken for a ride.
The next day, at 11 AM, I woke up from my post-breakfast nap, because clearly I slept well the night before, and saw an email.
I clicked over to my website and lo and behold, I Draw Walruses is alive.
And there was much rejoicing.
Even though I don’t get a lot of traffic, even though I get maybe 10 people tops reading this website – this is my baby. My diary. It’s seen a lot over the past five years. Post-grad unemployment. Getting hired as a page. Experiencing all sorts of fun adulting stuff. Getting promoted. Whatever the heck is going on now. And developing all sorts of fun characters – Lars, Willa, Eliza, Jeff the Reindeer, Cleo, and more.
And to lose that all – that would hurt. That would just drain me even more that this whole event did.
So, now, what do I do?
I think I know what I did wrong. BUT. I refuse to touch anything, do anything stupid at all, before I back everything up.
That is truly the lesson to be gained from all this. Don’t take anything for granted, and back up your work.
With all that’s going on right now, we need to be cognizant of not just our physical wellbeing, but our mental health as well.
Case in point: when COVID-19 first settled stateside, I could not stop googling the news about it. I’d just have to. Next thing I know, it’s two hour later and I’ve fallen down a rabbit hole of news articles and opinion pieces. The result? My anxiety would spike hardcore, and I needed to get all my thoughts out there and just vent and vent and vent (mostly to my parents, who are indeed saints for dealing with me), my mind a non-stop roller coaster of awful. And it would always be right before I’d go to bed. The worst time to have my brain running a hundred miles per hour.
I’m not promoting ignorance. At all. It is important to stay informed. But this is not being informed. This is me racing through internet pages and internalizing everything awful, then spewing it back out.
The fact is, I need to step back. For me to stay in one piece, I need to keep myself from this horrible habit. I’ve been trying – a few slip-ups here and there, but for the most part, I think I’ve done okay. I’ve learned that I need to redirect myself or physically hold myself back. I don’t know if it’s some weird OCD thing or not – I have not been diagnosed by a professional, so I really don’t want to classify it as such. But I do need to breathe, and back away from the Google, if I want to have any chance of coming away from the COVID-19 pandemic mentally together.
If reading the news helps keep your anxiety in check, great. Go for it. But I know that I can’t right now. Because I won’t get anything from it. My anxiety will just suffer.
So I will step back. Breathe. Knit. Draw. Whatever.
Please note: I do try to avoid talking politics whenever humanly possible. So this will hopefully be the one and only comic touching on the presidential election this year.
But really, I can already tell, it’s going to be a weird one. Which, truth be told, I think we have the last election to thank for that, setting a unfortunate new precedent for whatever shenanigans happen in future elections.
Still getting used to the new car, as you can see, even though it’s already been two months.
There have been times where I’m like “NO NO NO NOT AGAIN – oh, wait, it’s just my knee knocking against the paneling.” Or I tune into a certain sound and turn off my music to find out what it is, only to found out it was just a part of the song.
Clearly, still a bit traumatized from the Incorrigible Bastard.