More of the Same
Sunny today. A high of 61˚F. It is still 61˚F.
I pulled out of an important Zoom call, because, frankly, the things just freak me out, and I have too much anxiety as it is.
I spent most of the day planning a story I'll begin in the morning.
From Twitter, where I said: Guys, sure, if you like using "super" as your primary SUPERlative adjective, fine. But just every now and then, for us old folks, or for some of us old folks, toss in a "very" or two. Thank you.
Oh, and I called Elon Musk an inflamed asshole. So, if I vanish, that's why.
I don't feel great today, but, by rights, I should feel a lot worse.
Have you seen my Amazon wishlist? No? How is that even possible, with Xmas bearing down of us like a reindeer on meth? Also, here's Spooky's wishlist, too, though she's also very happy with gift cards from Bandcamp (those should be send to dreamingsquid@gmail.com at Bandcamp). Thank you.
And, you know, our eBay auctions.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:29 p.m.
I pulled out of an important Zoom call, because, frankly, the things just freak me out, and I have too much anxiety as it is.
I spent most of the day planning a story I'll begin in the morning.
From Twitter, where I said: Guys, sure, if you like using "super" as your primary SUPERlative adjective, fine. But just every now and then, for us old folks, or for some of us old folks, toss in a "very" or two. Thank you.
Oh, and I called Elon Musk an inflamed asshole. So, if I vanish, that's why.
I don't feel great today, but, by rights, I should feel a lot worse.
Have you seen my Amazon wishlist? No? How is that even possible, with Xmas bearing down of us like a reindeer on meth? Also, here's Spooky's wishlist, too, though she's also very happy with gift cards from Bandcamp (those should be send to dreamingsquid@gmail.com at Bandcamp). Thank you.
And, you know, our eBay auctions.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:29 p.m.