A Birthday
It’s Donna’s birthday. She’s 74. How did that even happen?
"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
Fighting for hearts and minds
It’s Donna’s birthday. She’s 74. How did that even happen?
Won’t it be weird if it turns out one of the long-term effects of COVID-19 on young victims is autism, and then they come up with a vaccine?
But those who ban and burn books aren’t just know-nothings. A whopping proportion of their anti-intellectualism is composed of resentment and spite.
I want to tell myself we’re going to crush Trump and the fascist Republicans who’ve hitched their wagons to him in November, but fuck me, I didn’t think he had a chance in 2016 either and look how that worked out.
And people ask me why I don’t believe there’s a god.
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 […]
I swear, these God-bothering scolds keep padding their lists.