Curse of the Fly
Our mail-in ballots arrived yesterday afternoon. I filled mine out this morning.
"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
Our mail-in ballots arrived yesterday afternoon. I filled mine out this morning.
It still jars to have to think about, plan around, and reassure friends and readers we’re taking measures to stay safe during this goddamn pandemic. I don’t want it to be the new normal. There’s nothing normal about it.
If I was an observer on Mars, interpreting television signals from Earth, about all I could say with certainty right now is “something’s up, and I don’t like the looks of it.”
The media isn’t going to change. Critical thinking skills are more important than ever. If your first thought is “good luck with that,” I’m with you, baby. We’re doomed. Got any donuts?
AITA for pressuring my wife to ask her sister not to visit?
Thank goodness for books and streaming TV, because this week will be one long Trump rally.
Been wondering when I’ll put on a pair again. Trousers, I mean.
The day may come when you can’t scroll past ads on social media. TV and the cable companies are leading the way on that front, disabling fast-forwarding through commercial breaks.