WHAT UP

Hi there. It's me again, eight years later. First, I gotta say: this shit holds up. Looking back through my archives there's some good stuff here. My comics were fire and I stand by that fact to this mufu'in' day. The drawings are also . . . fine. Charming even.

But things have changed.

I am no longer a (non) working visual artist. I am now a (somewhat) working writer and undergrad student at Colorado State University at Pueblo, the city in which I live. This is the change in my life that started fall of 2023. I'm now in my fourth semester, still actively avoiding my two remaining gen-ed credits needed- math and a science. My non-counted science credits are from 20 years ago and were entomology related but, c'mon. Have bugs really changed that much since then? I think that shi should still be counted.

So, in many ways, a lot has changed in my life since I started this blog a full decade ago. But sadly, many other things have not. 

One really key thing, to be specific.

I started this blog with its preciously sincere name during a time period in American history ten years ago when I was gravely concerned with how the tides were turning. Look, I'm talking about Tr*mp here. The lack of kindness, empathy, and intelligence that that disastrous run brought with it shook me to my core and made me question my own values and place in this world. Working on this blog helped me deal with those feelings.

Well guess what, motherfuckas! It's End of the World Part II: Electric Boogaloo, so let's take this old gal out for another spin!

It would be a misnomer to say that, this time around, I am just as crushed. No. This time feels different. I'm angry. I'm fed up with more than just politics, but our culture in general. I'm sick of the disposable way we treat people, objects, and ideas. 

I'm tired of artificially polished art, polished words, and polished people. I'm tired of artifice in general. I'm tired of disingenuousness. And most of all, I'm tired of living in a world where apathy has become the norm. Apathy to the thoughts and feelings of others, to empathy, to kindness. No one seems to have the energy to give a flying fuck about other people anymore, or art, or nature, or any of the stuff that makes life worth living. I don't blame my peers who are struggling with this. Not to get too "but ackshually," but actually, I think social media in its current form might be kinda bad, guys. I don't know, that's just my own personal opinion. I could be wrong. 

So let me now commit with, absolutely no consequences if I fail, to reviving this blog. I need it both for my own professional growth and to feed that need to scream out into the void in a time of (once again!) great darkness. Do little voices matter? I don't know anymore. But all the big voices are doing a truly shit job of managing things, so why not? Why not try?


-Haley N.

Every Day Sucks

It's pretty hard to get up in the morning (or in my case, late afternoon) and feel enthused about the day when the first thing I compulsively do upon waking is check the news. The news is making me struggle in my day-to-day life. And this is especially disheartening since I moved to Colorado a fourteen months ago. Every day here is so sunny and gorgeous, even in winter, that it really rubs it in my face when I get up in a dour mood.

So why is the news making me feel this way every day? Besides the obvious reasons (the total dismantling of our government, fascism, etc) I think it's that ever since last November I've had my world view shaken. I think deep down inside of me, beyond the endless layers of fat and snarkiness, I truly believed that people where basically good. Deeply stupid, easily manipulated, constantly afraid, but basically good. And now . . . now I'm not so sure anymore.

Maybe part of being an optimist is having a certain innate naivety within oneself, but I can't help but be let down by the people around me. There is a streak of vile hatred running through the current administration that seems so against everything I've come to believe and stand for. Maybe it's my fault for ever believing any conservative who claimed to vote republican based on states rights, or the economy, or religious reasons. I thought those people were being honest. I thought they really cared about those things. But they don't.

And maybe that's what really bothers me. Because I haven't changed at all. I am still who I ever was and my beliefs have never wavered, and they didn't waver when democrats were in the white house either. But the people who voted for Trump? The ones who call themselves the moral majority, the ones who sit in their self-righteous pews every Sunday? They don't believe what they claim. They will sell their souls to feed their hatred. They will gut this country just to punish people who live a different lifestyle than they choose to live. They will violate this earth and lay it to waste to further their own interests, even though their lives mean nothing to this world.

The people who voted for Trump have no morals. They do not deserve to be treated fairly or to have their words taken in good faith anymore. Because they have shown themselves to be completely morally bankrupt in every way. And that to me, is the most disillusioning part of all of this. If the people who claim to have the most moral high ground, to be the most steadfast in their beliefs are also the ones who are quickest to throw that all away then maybe people aren't basically good after all. Maybe fear will always outweigh doing what's right or what's smart on the scales of life. Maybe we haven't evolved past hiding in caves to escape the noisy thunder of god after all. Maybe we were fooling ourselves all along. Maybe I was.