Pardon me while I slap my face for the umpteenth-millionth time. Gnats! Not fruit flies, but gnats! They have been swarming my face, flying up my nose, and driving me over the edge. Every time I kill one, another (or six) take its place. We have always loved to have the deck door open, but this year it’s closed because: GNATS.
Book club was cancelled because 1) a member left town and totally forgot/didn’t add it to her calendar, PLUS SHE READ THE WRONG BOOK. 2) Another member first said we could postpone it to next week then reneged. What the hell is in the air these days? Besides Covid? Is it the GNATS?
I am so tired of feeling like I’m living in The Upside Down.
I love this from John Scalzi’s blog, Whatever:
Ask your doctor if sex with demons is right for you: By now we’ve all heard that those “American Frontline Doctors” and their video touting hydroxychloroquine and no masks were such a level of bullshit that even Facebook felt compelled to pull the video, but I have to admit that even by those standards a doctor that says dream sex with demons causes endometriosis is a little out there. And of our president is out there giving this person a big thumbs up, so that’s great.
I dislike being confronted over and over again that our current president is literally the least intelligent president we’ve had by a significant margin, and that a significant percentage of the American electorate thinks he’s some sort of mastermind. I would ask them whether they think demon sex causes uterine disorders. If they answer anything other that “fuck no, that’s ridiculous,” then I’m fine with not trusting them with anything more complicated than a Fisher-Price toddler toy.
