Okay, several things…
First off, this was my drawing I posted on my art substack this week where I wrote about how we all need to start using the word “unfuckwithable” more so it can end up in the dictionary, but I’m sharing it here too in case you haven’t yet signed up to get these weird-ass emails from me:
Secondly, this weekend I was hit with very bad mental health stuff and so I posted on threads that I needed someone to tell me to get out of bed and then I curled back up to bed-rot but when I opened it up again it was filled with so many people sending encouraging words or cat pictures, or lovely things like this unexpected bit of fried gold from my friend, Matthew:
And so I did. I drove over to the park near my house, but I had to stop in the middle of the road and get out in traffic because there was an oblivious duck standing in the street and so I waddled behind him trying to shoo him to the park even though someone honked at me (rude). But then when I got to the (normally very quiet) park I could not hear myself think because there were fucking hundreds of those feathered idiots quacking their little asses off.
This is where I would put a video but I can’t figure out how to embed one here so instead just click to the second slide in this instagram.
If it works, you can hear me (barely) trying (and failing) to remember what you call a massive passel of ducks but I looked it up and apparently it’s “a waddling” which totally figures. And then I walked closer and THEY FLEW OFF and I was like, “THESE FUCKERS CAN FLY? WHY WAS I WALKING THEM ACROSS THE STREET?” and probably that’s what that guy in the street was saying when he was honking. I’d like to think I was escorting the one duck with a bum wing, although I suspect the waddling was all probably taking turns pretending to be unable to cross the road alone as a fun little prank to as many people run over as possible.
But the point is that it was really good that I got up because I’ve never seen so many ducks in one place and will probably always remember it. I wanted to write about this last night but I was still deep in the depression exhaustion and so forgive the pause, please. And I’m writing this down now to remind myself to get out of bed, because you never know when some ducks will try to murder you.
Third…shit…I don’t remember what the third thing was. Clearly my mind is getting better today but not that much better.
I apologize. More when it comes to me. Probably seconds after I hit publish here.
I am a big fan of Matthew/The Oatmeal and it makes me ridiculously happy that you know each other and he drew that cartoon for you. Two little disparate parts of the universe of things I love, that are actually connected!
Why am I not surprised that you and The Oatmeal are buds?!?! Both amazing hoomans.
They look like the whistling ducks I see in New at Audubon Park. They are a noisy bunch.
A waddle of ducks, now that’s entertainment. I’m glad you got out of bed. Now I need to get out of my routine and go to the park, maybe I’ll find a gaggle of geese.
It’s not too much stuff. It’s just the right amount. Glad Matthew made you get up and go see the ducks!
The Oatmeal is AWESOME. So are you
If there were ever a time to be bed rotting, this is it! I’m so glad you were able to get up and enjoy a large waddling. Some days, you gotta do it one minute at a time!
If you follow this link, it will take you to a very awesome ring that says unfuckwithable.
https://katiadesigns.com/products/copy-of-fuck-it-remember-ring
It makes me nervous that isn’t what the link says, so if it doesn’t go there, the ring is found by searching the drop down menu for ‘meanings’ and it’s in the uncensored section.
I have many rings from there, and it does need to happen.
The guy who does bird control at JFK once said “birds really hate to fucking fly”.
Can you please post all of your art here, or find an alternative to Substack? I had to unsubscribe today because of Substack’s relationship with Polymarket was the last straw for me. Betting on war? That is bullshit.
Every time I manage to achieve escape velocity and go out for a walk I always see something magical. This post reminded me of that. Thanks Jenny. Love you soooooo much. You are a force for good in the universe.
With my depression I feel like I have AADD. Adult ADD. Three hours of sleep per night does not help either. My mind wanders and I solo canoodle all the time. The bed is not my happy place however. At least I know there are others out there with similar happenings in their lives.
No need to apologize. You are just right!
Comment #10 here again. Sorry, I don’t mean to tell you what to do or how to run your site or subscriptions. I’m just fed up with all the evil assholes in the world right now. Unsubscribing from Substack felt like taking a little bit of control back, but I am really going to miss your weekly drawings. I’m glad the oatmeal got you out of bed. Hugs 🌷
In 2021, our family drove from Abilene to Port Aransas (stopping both ways to visit Nowhere) and my then 4 year old looked at every body of water we went past and said, very calmly, “I wonder how many ducks could fit there.” It’s become a family joke now, and she said it the other day looking at a puddle in a parking lot.
So glad you found the gumption to get up and go find the fresh air and sun and witness a waddling. Big hugs.
One of the things I love about Boise is that almost everybody stops their car and patiently waits while the geese cross the road on their way to wherever they are going.
And they are mean rat bastards, so it’s especially impressive that we all don’t want them to die a very messy violent death (THEY clearly wish that for whoever gets too close to them on foot).
I was in Grey’s Harbor, WA, and saw thousands of birds (I don’t remember if there were ducks, but I think they were at the party, too) all hanging out together in their estuary. It was very cool.
You are the very best of us, my dear. That’s why you are Queen of This Tribe! You inspire me to reach escape velocity & get out of the damn house.
I’m so glad you got out of bed to go see nature in all its ducky-ness waddling across the streets and in the parks.
Whenever this world gets so fucked up you just can’t take it anymore, nature often has the answer you didn’t know you needed.
I got pecked by a goose in a park when I was little, but I still love waterfowl. It was just protecting its babies and duck friends from a little girl who got too close.
Tonight in the early morning hours there’s going to be a lunar eclipse!
So stay up late or get up early and look for the moon.
It’s a reminder of how the universe will keep bringing us miracles no matter how much ridiculousness us humans do to each other and our little blue and green marble in space planet that we share.
Super virtual hugs going your way and to anyone else who needs it during these “interesting times.” We are all in this together, we are not alone.
Did you know that ducks have a corkscrew penis the same color as their legs?
Oh my god, I really hope links are allowed because this YouTube clip that I have mentally named “The Ducks of Helms Deep” makes me laugh so hard it’s hard to breathe every time!
https://youtu.be/Y5NTgZA-xWE?si=9TazuXy6PAwwYZ10
So, uh…it has come to my attention (by reading comments AFTER posting my own) that Rebekah is no longer as unique a name as I grew up with. So commenter #20/whatever number this ends up being should not be conflated with commenter #16, who is clearly a person bursting with intelligence and class (no sarcasm)
*insert meme of ‘60’s Spider-men all pointing at one another*
Waddling made my day. Thank you.
We have a very large bunch of ducks that live near the river down the road from us and they are Always strolling out in front of the traffic. Lord knows how they haven’t all been run over by now. They either think it is fun (feathery bastards, get your fun somewhere else,) or they are just incredibly stupid.
You are the very best of us, my dear.