Anyway, I hate this discourse because the only losers are those of us still trying not to catch COVID (or, for fun: TB, measles, god knows what else...) or to pass any of these things on to other vulnerable people. But sure, let's reduce everything to masks and demonize it.
This kind of shit makes me so angry. Dems have largely failed at public health because many were performative assholes. Criticism is deserved.
And, very importantly (I cannot stress this enough): All masks are not created equally. Covering your face with a fucking balaclava is not medical PPE.
All they're gonna do is replace one incompetent bootlicker with another incompetent bootlicker. The only difference will be the variation on degree and type of incompetence. Oh, and degree of corruption.
I hate every fucking thing about this timeline.
I hate everything.
My congratulations to Mermaid Gin for being one of the most sippable gins I've ever had. Sorry I missed you if you were in production the one time I was on the beautiful and magical Isle of Wight.
My imaginary refund can go to someone who absolutely couldn't afford this impact. You know those folks aren't just out the additional cost of goods. It'll also be interest on credit card balances or overdraft fees or whatever other penalties there are for the "crime" of being poor.
It’s fascinating to watch people condemn powerful men for treating others as disposable while refusing the smallest inconvenience to protect vulnerable people in their own communities. #MaskUp #CovidIsNotOver
WoW has been another excellent source for online friends! I would have to think pretty hard to count how many guild mates I've met IRL over the years.
Yep. I met my partner in a Yahoo chat room. We never exchanged pictures and met face-to-face for the first time in an airport.
I'm not sure I'm a fan of the creepy bits. Not my thing in general. But I'll keep going in the faith of Derry Girls.
Watched episode one last night and thought it felt familiar, but I wasn't sure if that was "creator overlap" (didn't look then) or if there's just there's a vibe to Irish dark comedy (see: Bad Sisters).
I'm willing to believe Trump shit himself. I just don't know that I've seen anything or heard anything that makes me think, "Ah, yes, this is the moment."
I do find it interesting that a Google search won't fill that in for me. Big tech helping out the pedo in chief?
Ew. Gross.
"We hope that a long weekend will help. We'll absolutely disregard any measures that night actually help."
Not only as extensions of their ego, but as property. And as perceived property who stopped parroting beliefs, I can attest that they really think they own their children. Body. Mind. Soul.
It's January. I live in the northern hemisphere at an elevation of about 8500 feet. I also have a solarium. This is my first winter here and I've spent the morning gardening, mostly pruning back grapes. Tomatoes and strawberries are starting to fruit. The peas are hale and hearty. Weird. Wonderful!
My first CYO @effinbirds.com of the year. Asked the spouse for the adjective without context. Feel it's an accurate description of the news this morning.
I love potatoes.
And I make no apologies for saying so.
I'm several hours away from the year ticking over into the new one. Pleased to have survived. Scared about the coming one. Fighting the good fight.
I have several brothers. A few of them serve in the military. I spoke to more than one of them tonight. I'm not sure, in the aftermath of those conversations, that they see the Constitution clearly. Scary times, and times of opportunity. I'm doing my best to tell them a non kegseth view.
If only more Christians could internalize this:
Truly he taught us to love one another;
His law is love and his gospel is peace.
Chains shall he break, for the slave is our brother,
And in his name all oppression shall cease.
At one point, my partner mockingly parroted that old line about "Take off your mask so we can see your smile!"
"Jokes on them. I don't have a smile," I said.
It feels all the more violent now. The real expectation is: "Be unsafe and display happiness so I can be comfortable!"
Well, that feels like the betrayal done by family and so-called friends. Two layers of being ostracized.
A difference, of course, is that the COVID aware didn't drug and nearly kill anyone. We just asked for mutual care.
When the infected folks decamped Albuquerque, it called to mind the mass abandonment done by society in their haste for "normal." Not a word of regret, just... absquatulation. And then, when Carol finds out the uninfected get together without her and iced her out...
Just watched episodes 5 and 6 of #Pluribus and, whew, as a COVID-aware person, they really hit. (Minor spoilers in the thread)
For MANY reasons, it hasn't felt very merry and gay this season. Until tonight. All I needed for Christmas was the veeps live stream concert from Brandi Carlile. share.google/wNrWFdwsh5x5...
Don't threaten me with a good time.
Jesus. This poor kid.
Watching Pluribus. Don't like it. Grief while the rest of the world is like " Let's all be super-spreaders," is just too fucking real.
