Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Happy Super-Late New Year!

Hola!

Or not.

Happy New Year, people. 2017 is going to be...different.

So I am trying to stay positive. Do something. Save something. I won't be able to save the world. My vote didn't stop the rise of the pervert-elect. But I am going to try.
Because the alternative is death.
The only way is forward.

As I just wrote in a blog post that may-or-may-not be published in the next few days at city-cost, this is the worst winter on record for my mental health.

My previous tactics to stave off the winter funk have been rendered null and void.
It's too cold and icy to Poke-walk.
I can't use my small free weights while watching TV because my 3 year-old likes to take them and swing them around, in the direction of the laptop and TV. I am not going to wait for her to destroy things we can't afford to replace. Better to just be flabby and sad until she gets into kindergarten.

But I feel like I have made it around the bend. I was in a downward spiral there for a bit. Not like a lot of people's I guess. It's not drugs and self-abuse for me. It's lingering sadness and an unwillingness to shower. It's knowing the the polar ice-caps are gone and we're all doomed and the upcoming inauguration doesn't spell anything better for us. It's only going to get worse.

But now I see that that is precisely why we need to be even better. We need to try harder, and it is going to be hard, but when did that ever stop me from doing anything?
Frequently, but the things I really want to do? I do them anyway. I do them to my heart's content.

So let's do that. Stay positive. Get stuff done.

Now back to listening to the President's farewell speech.
I agreed with him sometimes, and disagreed as well, but he was a fine president, and this next sack of crap in a suit...well, it's not going to be nice.

I'm not going to ask my pervert-supporting family members about their thought until the pervert-elect screws some big stuff up. Let's talk next year, after some shit collapses.

Because it is going to. That's all I see.

But that is no reason not to stay as positive as we can. Do what we can for who we can.

Did you see the Penguins of Madagascar Movie? The one with Benedict Cumberbatch? You know the scene where North Wind is completely captured by Dave's army of octopi? Yeah. I am the seal, in the cage, screaming all the positive things he can think of because the alternative of accepting capture is too much for him.
That's me right now.
That's me since November 8th.


PS Who wants to Art-In for the inauguration? Like protest the upcoming insanity by staying home, buying nothing, and making art. I'll be working, then arting. That's my plan.