I won’t even mention all the things you can watch on streaming TV, because I know we’re all doing that anyway, so much so that it’s starting to slow the internet down, like disinfectant wipes in the sewers.
It’s getting old, blogging about sheltering in place. But we’ve got it easy — for far too many Americans, the shutdown isn’t merely old, it’s a financial disaster.
I asked about shaving after my photodynamic therapy session yesterday and the dermatologist said not for five days. Hell, I may as well start another beard. Maybe I will. Mister B was annoyed I didn’t offer to take him for a walk this morning, but Polly did and he’s happy now. She said while they […]
What matters? Where you put the apostrophe.
Canned laughter. Who does that any more?
That’s not the only lasting effect Trump will have on us. Two hundred years from now mothers will shush fractious children with tales of an orange-faced bogeyman coming to get them in their sleep.
We didn’t watch Trump’s state of the union speech last night and after hearing about it I’m glad we didn’t. Of course everyone’s talking about it on Facebook and Twitter, so it’s not like we missed much.
I swear, these God-bothering scolds keep padding their lists.