939

Apparently this is post 939 on this blog. I would’ve rolled 1000 years ago if FecalDook and Shwitter hadn’t stolen my gas. Those platforms have really exhausted me. It’s bad enough that FB has turned into a shit pile of late: 3 posts from friends — only 1 of which is from today — and …

Notes from a Pandemic

Drive like there is a shortage of partsTravel like there are no rental carsEat like the store shelves are thinDine out like the staff has no insuranceConserve as if the grid could failShare as if the neighbors have nothingExercise as though the ERs are infectiousMask up as though the ICUs are fullCall like they can’t …

Wrap

The last person I hugged before the pandemic lockdown was my mother. The first person I hugged after my vaccination was…my mother. It’s pretty obvious. I am shit at this whole “building a society of friends around myself” thing. Absolute failure. Nobody else? Nobody? Nobody.

Pandemic, People, Purity, Paranoia

I think what twists us up the most about COVID-19 is that we have to assume everybody else has COVID-19 until they prove that they have COVID-19. That’s a hyper-paranoid way to walk through life. It really is. It’s like saying, “you have to assume everybody else is the secret police until they prove that …