Good Omens Fan Club

 

It’s what we all want, really.

They’re all a bunch of nerds.

A bunch of nerds who enjoy shipping but are going to have to wait patiently to see what the mighty Neil Gaiman has in store for the next season.

Also, I have decided to make Cordelia into cosplaying, because look how adorable she is in that little Aziraphale outfit.  Does she not pull it off?

Crap – now I need to draw her in more outfits.

 

 

Surgery After Care

Quincy takes caring VERY seriously.

First of all – I’m fine.

It was just minor surgery to correct an issue that I’ve been dealing with since last year.  And I’m feeling much better.  Or at least I’m getting there.

It was a series of firsts for me, though.  First time having to put on a hospital gown.  First time getting an IV.  First time getting wheeled away on a gurney.  First time getting one of those canulas shoved up my nose.  All stuff I’d seen before but I’ve never experienced myself.

And I was extremely nervous about all of it.

Especially the anaesthesia.

My anxiety-riddled brain decided to focus primarily on that.  Every worst what-if reared their ugly little heads.  What if I had a bad reaction?  What if it sent me into a coma?  What if it just didn’t work at all?  Fun stuff like that.

It was probably a control thing – being sent to sleep by something else that wasn’t me.  Or a deep fear of death.  Possibly both.

I just kept seeing this surgery as some weird endpoint.  Like, everything was going to end on Monday and I couldn’t see anything else beyond that.  I wasn’t going to finish my list of books or play Pokemon or draw or eat or anything.  It would all just end.

Clearly, though, it didn’t.  I’m still here.

The anaesthesia as a whole was an interesting experience that could be basically summed up like this:

Anaesthesiologist: Okay, I’m giving you the anaesthesia now.

Me: Huh.  I really hope this works.

H   E   A   D   R   U   S   H

Me: Woo heady I guess it’s working –

Cue me coming to in the recovery room feeling extremely loopy.

After finally being able to get up without feeling dizzy and getting dressed, I was able to go home.  Which is where I’ve been for the past few days recovering.

I am doing much better than I was for the first couple of days – I was mostly tired and sore and not wanting to do much.  Just been taking it easy.  I actually get to go back to work tomorrow, where I will not be pushing myself.  I will just be going slow to make sure I don’t end up hurting myself.

In the meantime, I’m going to be spending my last day at home relaxing and continuing to heal.

Because even though it was technically minor surgery, it was still, indeed, surgery.

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.

Nose Pics

Put that nose AWAY, Silas. No one needs to see that.

Based off of a picture my friend Chelsea sent me.

It’s weird, seeing people wearing their masks with their noses exposed.

One, it defeats the whole purpose of wearing the mask.

Two, it looks…well, it looks wrong.

Thankfully, Silas learned his lesson after Cleo talked to him and told him how much of an idiot he looked like.

Also, can’t remember the last time I did a comic set at the library.  Huh.

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.

Doctor Dot: Staying Safe

Abel’s “clobbering” looks a lot more like “cuddling.”

I really don’t understand the people who refuse to wear masks and act like it’s the end of the world.

If you have a condition that prevents that, fine, more power to you.  Which, when you think about it, probably makes it even more necessary for the rest of us to wear ours: to help protect those who can’t.

I am aware that face masks won’t exactly “clobber” the virus into submission.  But it certainly doesn’t hurt to wear one to prevent you from spreading anything to someone else.  And as my mom says, it’s also a sign of respect; that you care about others enough to make sure they don’t get your germs.

Still, the masks are just a part of all this.  Wash your hands, keep your distance, stay home if you do feel sick – all of this.  It all works together in making sure that this thing will some day be a thing of the past.

Ugh People

DREW’S HAVING FEELINGS

I am well aware that I have a very small audience.

A handful of people reading this blog, a slightly bigger handful following me on Instagram – not a whole lotta eyeballs looking at my work.

So, one of the things that I do find myself fantasizing about is gaining that audience, having people follow me and seeing what I do.  And maybe, if I got big enough, I could even try and make this a career.  I mean, that was the dream when I was younger, right?   Professional cartoonist.

However – and this is a very BIG however – there are moments where I pause and say, “Do I want that?  I mean – really?”

Because people, in my honest opinion, are terrifying.

They whine if you don’t do this.  They can rip you apart if they so feel like it.  They complain, spread rumors, drag your name through the mud, try to get you “cancelled” – again, all terrifying.

There is this YouTuber that I enjoy, Kurtis Conner.  Nice enough guy, I like his commentary.  He had a friend who said something stupid, and suddenly he got dragged into it simply by association, being the bigger name.  Another artist who just released a generally well recieved cartoon pilot is facing people digging up dirt from when she was a teenager – stuff that she had already apologized for and was, overall, generally irrelevant.

And don’t get me started on the Pokemon community as of late.  That’s more than enough to make me want to hide under my covers forever.

So right now, I’m feeling stuck in this odd place – wanting to get my name out there, and scared of what would happen if I do.  Fun stuff, all around.

I’m going to keep chugging along and drawing, of course.  But, man.  People.  Exhausting.