Still not dead. Yay.
Still horrified by the course of history. Not so yay. Although I recognize that the odds are overwhelmingly in favor of me surviving this mess regardless of what goes on outside, I find the suggestion that old people should totally be okay with drowning in their own frothy lung fluid as long as it keeps the money flowing abhorrent. Do they know they're saying this out loud? Do they understand that the main mass voter base that put them in power to begin with is angry that gun stores are "non-essential" businesses because they're running on a paranoid survival instinct? Has it not registered that they, too, will run out of toilet paper (or food, or clean water and sanitation) if the proletariat just sits the fuck own and refuses to work under these conditions?
On my part, I've been home for the past two weeks. I have an anxiety disorder that tells me to avoid all human interaction when I'm over-stressed, and just this once it's fucking right. Literally all my non-blogging work does not exist right now, and I'm trying to figure out how to compensate. Soft-core porn looks like the winner. Trying to figure outwhether there's a market of course there's a market, this is the internet, for me on a webcam talking about intelligent things (that are NOT CORONAVIRUS) with my tits out. My cam/mic setup sucks, but titties generally trump production quality. I would also release an audio-only version on my blog-related Patreon, for anyone who wants to throw money at #freethenipple or #legalizesexwork or whatever, but has no personal interest in my boobs.
If this makes you squeamish, 1) reality sucks so deal with it, 2) I'm also going to start streaming some charming point-and-click retrogames on Twitch, which I think has an option for tipping the streamer somehow. Not sure how it works, but Twitch bans adult content, so I'll have the cam off, or at least my shirt on. Choices for first up are:
I camped Amazon Fresh until they opened a delivery slot for some poor still-employed driver to bring me a bunch of shit I kind of want, but not enough to get breathed on by a stranger. I got about half my order (not the useful half), but that did include more dry pasta for the rats. I ordered a bunch of things I didn't need so immediately through Amazon Prime, which is giving a $3 credit per batch for stuff you're willing to let them delay delivery on. It's good for movies and e-books, which is the thing I'm going to want anyway. Also the rats could use some more cardboard boxes.
The critters are still blissfully ignorant of everything. The last time I dared go grocery shopping, the store was out of all the bagged loose frozen veggies, so I bought several ears of corn instead. They've been a half-ear each for the day, and happy munching noises fill the room. I took some follow-up photos for the vet when they quit scratching themselves to death, so have Durnik, cuddled up in his bedding with all his fur grown back in:
Still horrified by the course of history. Not so yay. Although I recognize that the odds are overwhelmingly in favor of me surviving this mess regardless of what goes on outside, I find the suggestion that old people should totally be okay with drowning in their own frothy lung fluid as long as it keeps the money flowing abhorrent. Do they know they're saying this out loud? Do they understand that the main mass voter base that put them in power to begin with is angry that gun stores are "non-essential" businesses because they're running on a paranoid survival instinct? Has it not registered that they, too, will run out of toilet paper (or food, or clean water and sanitation) if the proletariat just sits the fuck own and refuses to work under these conditions?
On my part, I've been home for the past two weeks. I have an anxiety disorder that tells me to avoid all human interaction when I'm over-stressed, and just this once it's fucking right. Literally all my non-blogging work does not exist right now, and I'm trying to figure out how to compensate. Soft-core porn looks like the winner. Trying to figure out
If this makes you squeamish, 1) reality sucks so deal with it, 2) I'm also going to start streaming some charming point-and-click retrogames on Twitch, which I think has an option for tipping the streamer somehow. Not sure how it works, but Twitch bans adult content, so I'll have the cam off, or at least my shirt on. Choices for first up are:
- The Secret of Monkey Island
- Discworld
- Day of the Tentacle
- Sam & Max: Freelance Police
so if you have a favorite just give me a holler.
I camped Amazon Fresh until they opened a delivery slot for some poor still-employed driver to bring me a bunch of shit I kind of want, but not enough to get breathed on by a stranger. I got about half my order (not the useful half), but that did include more dry pasta for the rats. I ordered a bunch of things I didn't need so immediately through Amazon Prime, which is giving a $3 credit per batch for stuff you're willing to let them delay delivery on. It's good for movies and e-books, which is the thing I'm going to want anyway. Also the rats could use some more cardboard boxes.
The critters are still blissfully ignorant of everything. The last time I dared go grocery shopping, the store was out of all the bagged loose frozen veggies, so I bought several ears of corn instead. They've been a half-ear each for the day, and happy munching noises fill the room. I took some follow-up photos for the vet when they quit scratching themselves to death, so have Durnik, cuddled up in his bedding with all his fur grown back in:
an vote for Monkey Island, here.
ReplyDeleteI also vote for Monkey Island. I started playing one of them once. I got stuck and lost interest in personally putting forth the effort, but I have retained interest in the game's aesthetic and humor.
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