Frustrated at all the people who see silence as a preferred behaviour. Frustrated at those who think only of winning. People who want to stand on their tiny mountains at the end of the day, and feel proud they destroyed as many as possible. Those who push others down to stand on their backs, perceiving this as “standing tall”.
At the end of your days, standing on top of your shit mountain isn’t worth it.
Whatever you think I’m writing about, you’re right. I’ve been watching people come forward and attempt to change the system (any system), only to promptly get squashed down by others who feel more comfortable with the status quo. Who are terrified of any change, lest it take away some of their power within their tiny ecosystems. Rumours begin to spread, the poison takes over. Because that’s what this all is. Poison. And those who are dolling it out are wearing gloves. In their minds, they’re blameless because they’re not touching the poison directly. But it’s still out there, hurting people.
We’re all here for a short time, and if there is some kind of afterlife – everyone is going to know you’re an asshole for eternity.
In which we say good-bye… and good riddance.
Danica and Brandon are back to finally give their tipsy opinions on “Twice Upon A Time”, the final Moffat era Doctor Who episode. And while it ALSO sadly marks the end of Peter Capaldi’s time as the Doctor, they pull no punches.
And sure, some might say we should have put this episode out before now, but here at Doctor Whooch, we like our takes like we like our drinks: on ice.
Outro music is: “If I Could Turn Back Time” by Riot of Color
Podcast picture is by GIRL NAMED SHIRL PHOTOGRAPHY
Five Things is an occasional check in on what’s been and what might be. I refuse to set a regularity for it, because life is some bullshit, you know?
01. So I learned something about myself last year: I find it a whole hell of a lot easier to write when I am angry or feeling depressed.
You can actually track my production level on Submetropolitan as shit hits the fan in my personal life, or when the comic book industry (and by extension, my professional life) blows itself up. That’s… something I want to get away from this year. So I’ve done two things. First? I’ve promised myself to try and make things when I don’t feel like trash. And two? I built myself a schedule. One that’s ambitious, but contains several breaks to maintain sanity. We’ll… see how that all goes.
02. Folks who have been popping into Variant Edition lately have probably noticed a bit of a change – mainly that Danica is around a lot more often, and I seem to be out and about a whole lot more. For the past two years, Danica has really been holding things down for us financially, and… well, things have shifted. First, the store is doing really well. I mean, it’s always done well under the circumstances, but when you don’t have to pay a lawyer to figure out how to get yourself properly split from a garbage old business partner, and your roof stops flooding, things tend to run a bit smoother.
Anyway, Danica has drastically scaled back her out-of-shop work, and I’ve picked up some of the slack by helping out the liquor shop that’s just down the road from our store. It’s been nice to have a job where all I have to do is a set amount of tasks, and then walk away when the clock hits a certain time. Almost relaxing in a way.
03. Tomorrow is the long-awaited return of Doctor Whooch where we tell you all of our opinions about the last episode of the Stephen Moffat era. It gets a little spicy. After that? We have plans to revisit another show in the Doctor Who universe that was practically made for a drunk podcast to talk about, as we wait for Jodie Whittaker to pop in again.
04. Some upcoming content to keep an eye out for:
- Several articles about DC’s brilliant Young Animal line.
- A 2017 year in review in comics retail for Comics Beat.
- Some reconstituted pieces from the past, including some Drunk Comic Recaps that will start appearing as a part of Thirsty Thursdays when there isn’t a Doctor Whooch to post.
- Cat pictures.
- Terrible motivational words.
- Definitely some words about Tom King and his amazing work in comics and prose.
- More? Sure. Whatever.
05. I am tired. I shall die now.
2017 was quite a mixed bag.
Danica has spoken about where we were and where we are quite a bit more than I have this year, and there’s good reason for this. I’ve always considered myself a writer, but I never write. I will take almost any excuse not to, thinking in my head “but I should be writing” while reaching for the remote to let the next episode of Bob’s Burgers play.
This year, like most years, I’m pledging to be better. And not just when it comes to writing. When I look inwards, and when Danica looks at me, we both see someone who is avoiding his problems. I put off going to the doctor, I put off talking about my problems, I push back and back and back, attempting to find comfort in my discomfort instead of trying to… be better.
In 2018… I just… I want to be able to confront myself. And to do that, I think I’ll be confronting others a little less. That doesn’t mean I’m going to be quiet about bullshit, but as Danica and I have talked about personally a lot lately, I need to stop worrying so much about everyone else, and really take a look at the things that are making me feel like garbage. I need to stop avoiding how my brain perceives myself.
I hope last year has treated you well, and I hope the new year is good for you. We’re both going to be here, talking and listening.
Thank you all.
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At the end of last year, I do what I always do, and made myself a work schedule to get a decent amount of content out in 2018.
So I guess what I’m saying is, I’ll see you all back here in a few weeks when I explain how everything went horribly wrong. Or who knows, this time, things might work out. I might actually accomplish a goal.
Psh. Sure sure.
Edmonton has not been reduced to a crater just yet, so it’s time for another spin around the sun.
Danica and I would like to thank you all for the support that you’ve shown us this year, both emotionally and through Variant Edition. Without you, we would be lost, as we are wee depressive baby ducks, often wondering off the path into the jaws of certain danger. Or something like that.
Metaphors are fun.
Thank you and we love you and we’ll hopefully talk with you soon.