Blessings
This series definitely came out of a stint of the blues. I was feeling down… and these toons were not too hard to write… except I have to give Judy the credit on the last panel here… thanks, Jude.
This series definitely came out of a stint of the blues. I was feeling down… and these toons were not too hard to write… except I have to give Judy the credit on the last panel here… thanks, Jude.
That’s long been my philosophy when I’m depressed– if you can’t bring yourself to do anything positive, at least try to keep the damage to a minimum!
Hang in there!
For myself, I think one way that’s worked well is to remind myself to look at this from a logical point of view. I know it will get better. I know doing these three (or two or four; whatever) have helped before. I don’t want to do these things now, but I’m going to.
It’s amazing how often “going through the motions” can get you moving away from where you are.
Feel better soon, Randie! (And even better, Brig!)
Chug… one should always carry a paint rag with them… and a towel (so I understand).
Pete… ’tis true… try the tried and true. Then do some serious chocolate… the darker the better.
I am happy to report that I am no longer in blue funk. No, today I am in a sing-song mood! The blues are past and I feel like singing! Luckily my singing voice isn’t horrid… and I am told, kinda pleasant. So I will keep on singing “Puttin’ on the Ritz”…
I love today’s last panel. It has another symbolic layer to it, aside from the literal one. Often when you are in a poopy mood, you leave crappy mood on others. It’s like a footprint. So keep that in mind that moods leave footprints (i.e. don’t bring others down).
And to quote the song that was in my head all day yesterday…. “SMILE, darn ya, smile! You know this ol’ world is a great world after all!”….
I love the muffled dialogue in the final panel.
I tawt I taw a puddy tat…
A paint rag in her mouth? Blech. Ryan long complained that most everything in Randie’s apartment, her stuff and his stuff alike, smelled of paint thinner. A paint rag already covered in paint splotches would seem to be the mother lode of paint thinner odor… and, uh, taste.
brig… Glad to hear your feeling chipper. It must be sort of strange discussing a downer storyline when you’re in an up mood, as you previously described as having picked up at your San Fran comic-fest.
brig… On your depressed “poopy” folks leaving footprints on others that make them feel sad and lousy… They say that misery loves company and people just want to connect with others. When you’ve got someone who’s depressed and those around him or her refuse to join on and respond only with extreme happiness of religious conversion-grade, the depressed person can likely go off the deep end.
That being said, I still like my comic idea of yesterday with the good-Randie head cheering up Randall with a dumping of cheery-happy pink paint.
She doesn’t listen to emo I hope.
Dada… thanks… seemed right.
stick… acrylic paint isn’t so bad. Not as toxic. So no worries.
As far as cheery happy pink… I’d do yellow or orange…
… and yes, I am much more cheered up of late. It’s funny how these little moods come and go. I am much happier being… happy.
punk… although I can’t say I’ve never heard any emo, I understand that it isn’t the most upper-y type music. Which brings up a great point… the power of music. I’ve been listening to Pogo on YouTube… and it’s hard not to be chipper with that in your ears.
“I know it sounds a little dumb (or maybe I’m a little drunk)
But all we need is some ice cream and a hug”
— Bowling For Soup, “Shut-Up And Smile”