Weird year. It feels like two years but also six months. I am suffering from some weird time illusion caused by stress, ...or sameness?
Two years ago last year, Trump and his cronies incited a riot on the Capitol building, and the GOP seems totally onboard with ending democracy. This worries the shit out of me, but I don’t have the energy to dig into that topic right now.
I did draw about the insurrection early on. That was so surreal, witnessing the beginning of the end unfold on Twitter, while while trying to work remotely on a new team. I kind of don’t want to report on politics here. To do it well, I’ll need to spend more energy and effort on it, and I’m either too cowardly or lazy. Also, I feel like I’m drowning in cynicism as it is.
There were a few things I enjoyed writing about earlier this year:
Began drawing some post-apocalyptic scenes for a cartoon that’s festering in my head
Then I just burnt out on July 4th.
What the hell else have I been doing?
I lay around the house.
Saturated my brain with the ole Twitter feed.
Meditated maybe four times…
Read the entire Slough House series.*
Got vaccinated for three different diseases.
Made a few experimental animations.
Holy shit, I almost forgot —I came in 2nd place in my fantasy baseball league. A personal best.
I saw Dune in a nearly empty theater with my friend Dan.
Drawing → this ← felt effortless to me. Maybe I can just focus on the fantastic, joyful part of my mind rather than the panicked part.
The post-apocalyptic stuff is a little joyful …maybe? Playful. I reckon I mean the playful part of my mind.
Welcome back! Thank you for reading, it means a lot to me.
Love your cartoons!🙌🏽
Glad to see you back!