So this past week I’ve been feeling pretty rough. A few factors involved, primarily getting back from an extended holiday with The Fella and realizing I won’t see him for another month or two, gaining more weight than I would have liked, and being hit with the realization that I’m going to be stuck for the next year doing some awesome things and getting paid very little. While an upcoming internship is promising for a career and my publicity job is the most liberating, they both make little to no pay. With the internship lasting a year and the publicity job needing me for the next little while, I’m starting to feel pretty hopeless and stuck. These feelings come out ESPECIALLY when I think about how I’m 27, still living with my folks and all my friends are off and more or less doing what they want.
Clearly some changes need to be made to make me feel happy in areas that I can control to help combat the areas in my life where I’m not. So while on my all-day Disney binge yesterday (hey, we all have our ways of coping and Ratatouille is AMAZING) I came up with some little and big changes I can make that could get me on the way to feeling better about things in general.
So here’s my “Getting Shit Done” List.
- Cook more! At least once a week make a damn good meal. This week I’m making Parsnip Soup and later on I’ll be making Ratatouille (both dishes I have wanted to make for ages). I’ll also try to cook more Iron-rich meals to bring those levels up (am slightly anemic).
- Boxin’! Going to keep that up! At the moment will be focusing more on the cardio aspect than the strength because I have some weight to lose. But Will be trying to go at LEAST two times a week.
- Find an evening and weekend job! Will suck and ensure that I have absolutely no social life, but it would mean more money and my savings account needs to be filled (plus long-distance relationships are expensive and I want to be able to afford more visits and trips [We’re thinkingChicagoin June]).
- Cleeeean! My room is now clean and I want to move on to the rest of the house. I have a book that shows me how to make my own cleaning products, so there will be a fun kind of “I made something” aspect to it as well as the feeling of accomplishment in cleaning.
- Make more things! I kind of know how to use the sewing machine and my mom wants one of my heat packs. Will start looking at tutorials and see if I can make more stuff.
- Game more! While I think I may be done with D&D for now (finding a group is frustrating and playing for hours and hours in one sitting isn’t so appealing to me right now) weAREgetting a brand newHDTVsoon and I think I want to play vidja games more. When I was at Alan’s I fell in LOVE with LA Noire. I’d like to play that and maybe a good first-person shooter.
- Cut down on beer! Doesn’t sound good or exciting for those who know me, but I’ve been feeling the need to cut back a bit for health reasons.
- More photoing! May have a contact with a studio and another that can give me gallery space. Let’s try and get that shit going.
That’s all I can think of for now. I suppose I’d like to explore more comics and get experimental with clothing again (two years ago I made the CRAZY change from black t-shirts and jeans to coloured t-shirts), but since those require money, they’ll have to be pencilled in.


The conversation then progressed in to the methods of some of the more popular Batman villains, which led me to think more on the damage they leave behind. For a brief moment I imagined what it must be like to be a part of the Gotham Police Department and dealing with the bodies left behind by these twisted villains. What happens when the body has been found and Batman has either left or is on his way there, with the villain long gone? What happens when all that’s left is the victim, killed because they got in the way, or a message needed to be left or, even worse, was just killed for fun? And I’m not talking about the more famous victims, Jason Todd or Barbara Gordon where you get repeats of their attacks over and over. I’m talking about the security guard that Poison Ivy had to seduce to get in to the lab. I’m talking about the fast food manager that messed up the Joker’s order. I’m talking about the guy who the Riddler just had to use as writing paper for a riddle. The victims that are grouped in under the phrase “the people they’ve killed”, who have no name and are barely given a second thought.




