Working for the clampdown

The first thought I had when I woke up on 11/10/16 was, our president-elect is the American Ceausescu.  I must have been having a crappy dream, but the more I thought about it the more it made sense.  I looked online to see if anyone agreed with me, and it turns out that pro poker player (and son of Romanian immigrants) Daniel Negreanu had this opinion months before I did:

The personal front has not changed all that much.  I want to devote some of my time to changing life for the better for others, but I have to focus on getting through the layers of shite that are confronting right now.

I made a list of things that I need to do in December to make my life livable. I don't have a lot of time at home to pretty it up or have friends over, but that makes it more important to try.  I've been drawing more and made a last-minute commitment to do a comix page for my friend's publication.  I'm doing a bio about Hildegard of Bingen, a medieval Benedictine nun who had extraordinary intellectual and artistic talents, as well as being a visionary of the most phenomenal kind!  You can tell that I like nuns, if you follow me on social media at all.

Ah well, I'll be back here soon.  When I feel really bad and not like doing anything about it, I often think about Conan O'Brien's speech, particularly the part about cynicism (he's against it).  I think, if you know me at all, you'll agree that I'm against it too.

 

Positive Contact

Listen to this while you read.  I was looking for Dan the Automator's stuff on YouTube and came across it.

Ever since I came back from vacation last month it's been another nutty ride.  The situation I described in this post a few months ago has become way more serious.  I've been spending a lot of time away from home trying to be helpful and comforting.  I feel inadequate as fuck and I can't seem to care that dirty dishes and trash are piling up in my house.  Well, to quote the Andy Warhol Diaries, the diary can write itself on the rest of this subject.  Unfortunately for you and me, I don't have Pat Hackett to interpolate.

I've been listening to a podcast called My Favorite Murder, with hosts Georgia Hardstark and Karen Kilgariff.  They each read a true murder story and have hilarious side discussions about every possible off-topic subject.  There are a couple episodes where it gets so heavy for both of them that they decide to talk about some nice things that happened during their week.  Right now in my head I'm replaying moments from the Chealsea Peretti special that I watched with Andrice the other night, as we ate Halloween party leftovers.  That was pretty much all right.

This dumb post has taken this entire week to write.  Almost nothing I want to say is stuff I want to post.  I did clean up a li'l bit around the house so I'm not Miss Havishamming it all the time.  I'm also talking to my friends and family as much as I can.  But that's about as upbeat as I can make myself sound right now.