"Here in November, in this House of Leaves..."
Mostly sunny today. Our high was 66˚F, and it is now 65˚F.
And I had a doctors appointment today, so I had to leave the house. And it was my first time since September 28th that I had. And this is not going to happen anymore. I am going to become a person again, a person who does not simply fucking forget to go outside for weeks on end. It is pathological. And it ends here. I will have some reason almost every day that I need to go outside, if only for a few minutes of fresh air. I saw a blue jay today, and it was startling, that dash of deep blue against the pale blue sky, and it made me realized how I have severed myself from so much that I love. This was a problem I had before COVID-19, but I allowed COVID-19 to make me much worse. This week, I am going to the B'ham Botanical Garden, just to walk, and I'm going to see my mom in Leeds (and do laundry), and one morning I'll be at McWane. ALL outside this fucking building.
And yeah, I had a doctor's appointment. And I got my flu shot. And I go back in two weeks for my COVID booster.
Night before last, we finished Scott Shaw's series Manhattan (2014-2016). There are only two seasons, because it was cancelled after Season Two. I absolutely adored Season One. The second season was, I thought, sort of a mess, but I'm pretty sure that was caused by a thirteen-episode season having been shorted to only ten episodes. Certainly, the show deserved at least a third season to wrap things up. Like The Counterpart (2017-2019), it still had a lot of story to tell, and story that was worth being heard. But, hey, no one ever said art, and especially not art that comes to us by way of TV, gets a fair shake, and if they did, they haven't been paying attention.
Last night was a decent enough Halloween night for Spooky and I. We had a simple dinner of soup and yeast rolls. I did some text-based, non-SL RP with Chris W. (a story we've been running together now since July 2020), and then Kathryn and I watched It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown (1966, only two years my senior) and Tim Burton's Sleepy Hollow (1999). The latter is aging oddly, but it is still gorgeous and haunting and a lot of fun.
Cokie Roberts has died. How weird is that?
You want to know how scary America is getting? You want to know how we press nearer and nearer to a genuine and immediate fascist threat to American democracy every single fucking day? Look no further than Alabama politics; after all, as local boy Kyle Whitmire ("War on Dumb") warned us in 2016, this is the Alabamafication of America. I used to think our governor, Kay Ivey, was a mostly harmless goof. No. She is, every day, proving herself a genuinely dangerous, heartless old bitch, desperate to please Donald Trump and stay in his good graces.
Anyway...
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thanks.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
1:17 p.m.
And I had a doctors appointment today, so I had to leave the house. And it was my first time since September 28th that I had. And this is not going to happen anymore. I am going to become a person again, a person who does not simply fucking forget to go outside for weeks on end. It is pathological. And it ends here. I will have some reason almost every day that I need to go outside, if only for a few minutes of fresh air. I saw a blue jay today, and it was startling, that dash of deep blue against the pale blue sky, and it made me realized how I have severed myself from so much that I love. This was a problem I had before COVID-19, but I allowed COVID-19 to make me much worse. This week, I am going to the B'ham Botanical Garden, just to walk, and I'm going to see my mom in Leeds (and do laundry), and one morning I'll be at McWane. ALL outside this fucking building.
And yeah, I had a doctor's appointment. And I got my flu shot. And I go back in two weeks for my COVID booster.
Night before last, we finished Scott Shaw's series Manhattan (2014-2016). There are only two seasons, because it was cancelled after Season Two. I absolutely adored Season One. The second season was, I thought, sort of a mess, but I'm pretty sure that was caused by a thirteen-episode season having been shorted to only ten episodes. Certainly, the show deserved at least a third season to wrap things up. Like The Counterpart (2017-2019), it still had a lot of story to tell, and story that was worth being heard. But, hey, no one ever said art, and especially not art that comes to us by way of TV, gets a fair shake, and if they did, they haven't been paying attention.
Last night was a decent enough Halloween night for Spooky and I. We had a simple dinner of soup and yeast rolls. I did some text-based, non-SL RP with Chris W. (a story we've been running together now since July 2020), and then Kathryn and I watched It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown (1966, only two years my senior) and Tim Burton's Sleepy Hollow (1999). The latter is aging oddly, but it is still gorgeous and haunting and a lot of fun.
Cokie Roberts has died. How weird is that?
You want to know how scary America is getting? You want to know how we press nearer and nearer to a genuine and immediate fascist threat to American democracy every single fucking day? Look no further than Alabama politics; after all, as local boy Kyle Whitmire ("War on Dumb") warned us in 2016, this is the Alabamafication of America. I used to think our governor, Kay Ivey, was a mostly harmless goof. No. She is, every day, proving herself a genuinely dangerous, heartless old bitch, desperate to please Donald Trump and stay in his good graces.
Anyway...
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thanks.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
1:17 p.m.