A Side of Apocalypse with Extra Crap
On and off sun and rain today. Thunder. Currently, I think it's raining again. I don't know. The blinds are down. They usually are. Currently, it's 77˚F, with the heat index at 79˚F.
I hardly slept and was up at 7 p.m.
And you know what, if you hate what I am, have the guts to tell me without cloaking your hate in pseudointellectual jargon. "Gender critical," indeed.
Not gonna say much about COVID-19 tonight, except - Here in Alabama, the land of the self-inflicted wound, things are now the worst they've been since this thing began in earnest back in March 2020. Worse than it got last winter. I'm not posting the numbers. You can find that stuff online. But it's a fucking nightmare, and there is no end in sight.
DO NOT COME HERE.
Most of the day was spent finishing Donna Tartt's truly marvelous The Little Friend, and then I immediately began Richard Rhoads' Pulitzer Prize-winning The Making of the Atomic Bomb (1986). And then I watched two documentaries. First, Sam Hobkinson's 2021 Misha and the Wolves (about the Monique de Wael literary hoax) and then a film about the 2018 Camp Fire that destroyed Paradise, California.
That was my day.
Mostly, I was useless, but I did very little harm. You know, that could go on my headstone.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:40 p.m.
I hardly slept and was up at 7 p.m.
And you know what, if you hate what I am, have the guts to tell me without cloaking your hate in pseudointellectual jargon. "Gender critical," indeed.
Not gonna say much about COVID-19 tonight, except - Here in Alabama, the land of the self-inflicted wound, things are now the worst they've been since this thing began in earnest back in March 2020. Worse than it got last winter. I'm not posting the numbers. You can find that stuff online. But it's a fucking nightmare, and there is no end in sight.
DO NOT COME HERE.
Most of the day was spent finishing Donna Tartt's truly marvelous The Little Friend, and then I immediately began Richard Rhoads' Pulitzer Prize-winning The Making of the Atomic Bomb (1986). And then I watched two documentaries. First, Sam Hobkinson's 2021 Misha and the Wolves (about the Monique de Wael literary hoax) and then a film about the 2018 Camp Fire that destroyed Paradise, California.
That was my day.
Mostly, I was useless, but I did very little harm. You know, that could go on my headstone.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
4:40 p.m.