Reviews

Truly, the scum of the earth.

This really is one of my pet peeves.

It’s one thing to see a trailer, or read a synopsis, and think, “Yeah, that’s not my cup of tea.  Won’t even bother.”  Or to read the reviews and think, “Ech, perhaps I won’t be seeing that.”

It is another thing entirely to post a bad review for something that you haven’t even experienced.

I see it a lot, especially for certain video games (POKEMON POKEMON POKEMON).  People review-bombing something, giving them negative scores because they think it looks bad.  But that’s not an actual review.  That’s just someone jumping the gun and wanting to drive the score down.  It’s pretty much a useless comment.

If you disagree with a movie/book/whatever and don’t want to watch/read/whatever it, that’s fine.  You are free to comment or discuss why.  But don’t leave a bad review on it.  Leave that to someone who’s actually watched the damned thing.

Last Week

Been a while since I drew these guys.

Last week.

My god.

Last week was one of the longest, most excruciating weeks I have had the displeasure of experiencing period.

Like, all of the anxiety I’ve had during 2020 was jammed into the span of a week and heightened to levels that I haven’t felt in years.

All due to a very particular event that pretty much captured everyone’s attention and likewise had them refreshing endlessly whilst fueling their own worried states – Election 2020.

Jesus, give me strength.

Sunday and Monday were fine.  Normal even.

Then Tuesday rolled along.

I remember the last Presidential election and what it did to me.  How when states started falling to What’s His Face, I immediately had a massive panic/anxiety attack and fell apart.  So, I thought I’d be wise and turn my phone off all day, making sure to hide it away in my brother’s room just to be safe.

Didn’t stop me from worrying, but I thought’d that would be fine.  I’d manage.  Sure, there was anxiety building up, but then I’d go to bed and wake up to some sort of result.

Wednesday – of course, no result.  Because nothing can be easy in 2020.

After having some bizarre Election dreams and not sleeping well at all, I wake up to a big old mess.  Nothing’s been called.  Votes are still being counted.  Joe Biden’s behind in several very important states.  Another four years of What’s His Face.

Anxiety and stress levels immediately skyrocket.  What fun.

Several things happen when I get stressed.  One is that my sleep patterns go straight out the window.  Two is that I can’t eat.  I am not a stress eater.  At all.  My stomach just won’t let anything in.  Of course, if I don’t eat, my stomach immediately goes, “Why haven’t you eaten anything?!  Eat something now!”  But then if I do get something down, it’s all “Why did you do that?!”

So I’m exhausted, not eating, and chain-worrying.  I’m stuck in some weird suspended animation, just constantly refreshing, refreshing, REFRESHING.  Not doing anything else – I don’t have enough bandwidth to do so.  My attention span shrinks, only able to take in a few minutes at a time.

And I thought I was okay.

I honestly did.  I thought I was managing things just fine.  This was okay.  Totally, totally okay.

Thursday – I am not okay.

I am so far from okay it’s not even funny.  Exhaustion is catching up to me big time.  I’m probably dehydrated at this point as well.  Still can’t do anything else except hit that damn refresh button.

I should also mention that I was home this entire time.  Didn’t have to go to work Tuesday through Thursday, which really would’ve been a big help in keeping me distracted.  It seemed great weeks ago – until I got stuck in Election Purgatory.

And – a very BIG and – we had people working on the house, replacing the siding.  Which turned out to be a noisy process.  A very early, noisy process.  So sleep ended early.  And my psyche slowly cracked further under the constant hammering coming from every which way.

I do manage to make my way to my friend Suzy’s house, which ends up being a much needed respite from the noise/anxiety/screens/refreshing/everything.  Honestly, I’m amazed that I make it there, considering how tired I am.  But we talk.  We sat in her basement room, and just hash it out.  The first time that week that I say out loud to someone other than myself that I am not okay.  That I am stuck deep in some anxiety hole.

That evening, I end up getting so overwhelmed that I break down into my Chinese food.  I’m tired.  I’m hurting.  Why can’t I break out of this cycle?  Why am I here in this pit?  Why can’t they just call the stupid race already my GOD.

Friday.  The workers are gone.  The house looks nice and fresh.  I get to wake up naturally.  I get to go to work.  I’m still a mess, but at least I’m functioning kind of.  And things are starting to look up Electionwise.

Which is where more what ifs show up.  What if there is 4 more years of What’s His Face?  What if Pennsylvania doesn’t flip?  What if, what if, what if.

And yet, for the first time in days, I’m hopeful.  It’s just a spark, but it’s something.

Still can’t eat properly, by the by.  And starting to feel a depressive front moving in.  Just what I need at this time.

Then, Saturday.

Glorious, glorious Saturday.

They start calling the Election.  Biden’s in the lead – and he’s won.

I’ll get further into the story Wednesday but holy crap.  Like, holiest of craps.  What is happening.

What am I feeling?  Relief.  Disbelief.  Shock.  This isn’t real.  But it is real.

And the anxiety fog starts to lift a bit.

I’m actually able to eat a full plate of dinner.  I manage to sleep through the night.  And Sunday, I can take a nap without struggle.  It’s amazing.

So, here we are in this week.  I’m still feeling the after effects, honestly.  And I still need to be careful of what I’m checking on my phone because anxiety is a beast and I don’t want to set it off again.

But I’m so much better.  Each day I feel more and more alive again.  I’m drawing.  I’ve started a new book.  I’m turned on my Switch.  All the coping mechanisms I should’ve been using all of last week, according to my therapist.

I’m glad to be out of suspended animation.  I’m glad to be moving around and feeling human again.

And I’m feeling very, very good about the next four years.  But again, that’s for Wednesday.

Right now, I’m doing stuff.

Cars

I art so well.

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.

It’s Been a Summer

He’s been having a rough time.

Poor Summer.

He just wants everyone to enjoy themselves.

And things keep getting weirder/worse.

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.

Mistakes Were Made

How will I check Instagram 10 times an hour without it???

Yep.

Fell down a rabbit hole of election news for a good solid hour a few days ago.  Managed to get my heart rate/anxiety up.

On the plus side, this is the first time I’ve done that in ages.  And I don’t plan on doing it again soon.  Because I’m not actually learning anything or taking anything in.  Just worrying.

Masks

The answer, Willa, is *SHRUG*

Seriously, folks.  Even though everything is starting to reopen, COVID-19 is still bouncing around out there.  So let’s not be stupid here.  Wear a mask, wash your hands, and maintain social distancing.

Because if a guy with metal hands and maybe a gas mask face can do it, you have no excuse now, do you?

2020 in a Nutshell

Screaming internally, screaming eternally.

Well.

It certainly has been a time now, hasn’t it.

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:

  1. 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.
  2. I really, really hope something good comes out of all this, and that everyone participating in the protests stay safe.
  3. Derek Chauvin and his fellow cops can rot.
  4. Donald Trump needs to take an exit.  Or least have his Twitter taken away.
  5. 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.

Okay.  Back to screaming.