Month: March 2020

lutte loose

‘Twas thirty-nine years ago this summer, that I first laid eyes upon the comic masterwork, ‘Green Tits and Fur’, a adult-oriented Suess rip-off, set at a furry convention. I thought it was hilarious. I have since realized it was arguably exploitative and totes appropriative. I have an appropriative and cruel sense of humour which I attempt to quell, so my fandom of that – and Crad Kilodney – makes sense. I don’t feel shame the way other people do (or so —— have you guessed this is 2020 talking —— 61 coddled years have shown me) but I make up for it by acknowledging where I erred, hopefully to make it easier for other people. Because… you know, this isn’t all about me, it’s in very minor part about helping people understand how they think, how they prune their own brains.

Better arts in the now soothe (in sooth!) the sting of not-that-great arts when you were young and impressionable. If you’re lucky you got older and stayed impressionable. I know I have. It’s what the ADD will do to you.

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I think I’ve talked before about mOm and pOp and brO as being my way of customizing my own family into English. I like the visual pop of the words. I find it amusing —–I found some evidence today that the design of a piece of my childhood might have had something with pOp’s moniker as in looooook belowwwwww. But as I was looking at them again today, and why not, my thought processes have galumph and will travel, I thought how Jeff and I were inside the ring of being cared for, so the m’s in mOm are hands, like one hand out for each of the kids or caring for them. And the p’s in pOp are arms. Also guns. Pew pew. Facing forward. mOm is books. When you look at the m’s can you see books open, being read, the curve of the pages in the m’s. brO is the comrade at your shoulder. I am next to him. And brO is for the solid unassuming wholeness that Jeff is. brO is a goofy looking word, and he is goofy, though that’s hardly his distinguishing characteristic. That O is the emblem and stamp and sigil and symbol and visual hug that says you can say bruh or brah or bro or mah brother but this is my brO and I set the words down to make that entirely clear.

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As for the goofy, I have recent evidence. They closed the playground equipment at the end of the street; Jeff makes his feelings known. Isn’t it a handsome hoodie she hinted hintingly with lollopping Monty Python eyebrows.

 

COVID-19 LOCAL UPDATE

ONE THOUSAND CONFIRMED CASES IN CANADA.

China was in lockdown at 700, so on the basis of the math, we got between ten and twenty thousand people wandering around infected and not knowing it.

I think when we look back, Dr. Henry’s calm is going to look like murderous bullshit. We haven’t stopped public gatherings; Burnaby hasn’t declared an emergency.

Jeff and I remain fine and without symptoms.

As do the kids, Alex, Paul, Tom and Peggy, and Cindy, and Mike.

I’m getting off the internet now….

 

From 60 things every white woman over 60 should know

This lecture will be improved markedly in humorous intent if read in your mind using the auditory prosthesis of the voice of the immortal Mel Blanc, performing his no longer inimitable Daffy Duck if the wikipedia article is anything to go by.

why your feminism likely sucks and what to do about

Let’s start off with you thinking that you’re a feminist

If you don’t want to be the ally of Black women, disabled women, trans women, Indigenous women, sex workers of all presentations, and every distinct racial group that finds itself defined against whiteness, then perhaps this is the time to put the book down, and look off into the distance, as if you’re possibly being made to think.

Then, bust the problem out and ask yourself why.

White women have this really weird, inconsistent response to their own structural praxis of superiority which is like Bunbury. Bunbury’s always sick and always calling you away from whatever it is that you don’t want to be supporting, buuuut Bunbury is er, um, now I hope you’ll understand my difffficultiesh here, folks, but HE AIN’T HERE RIGHT NOW. No matter where you are he’s unfortunately not. (Holds up sign saying Oscar Wilde reference, ain’t I cultured???)

Can’t do anything about disabled women because I’m all about the Indigenous women.  Well sister ….you know of course that a higher percentage of Indigenous women are disabled than white women, so you’ve just shot yourself in the rhetorical ass.

But nooooo, runs the argument. Because it’s better to pay attention to one small aspect of a larger injustice (waves arms wildly, knocks over podium) and have more sway. Or don’t derail my efforts to make a better world with your pickiness about cripples and their parking requirements. (kicks podium away in a huff, folds arms over, panting wild-eyed. Calms down, sighs.)

Shit, you can try that, but it doesn’t often work. That’s weak, and it covers for, (please allow yourself to imagine how Daffy Duck would visually represent the following ideas) “Wheelchairs and crutches and braces and cerebral palsy and communications challenges all freak me out because I’m white and I literally don’t have anybody in my life who’s disabled because that’s how I curate my social ties and family.”

 

 

(eventually bunbury will lead back to the intersections of these points. I will not talk about roads. I will talk about the mind cage of my childhood, the literally actually thing.)

 

I got to see Mike yesterday

He gave me nitrile gloves and I gave him a little smidge of pot. It’s always so irritating when pot’s legal at both ends of a journey but you can’t take it in the middle because the American Federal Government is such a hosebag.

But for the rest of it, social distancing. He was leaning up against the Mustang and I’m like…. honestly I thought about our trip to the interior, the winding roads and the soaring mountains and the top down and I thought, miserably, that it will be years before we can do such a thing again.

Made scones yesterday, using the last of the raspberries.

Now to make coffee, since I feel like it.

sigh.

Mask pattern & Instructions.

Finally! I know what to do with my fabric scraps!!

Tight chest

mild fever last night, slept longer than I normally do. Seriously. I went to sleep at about 8:30 last night and instead of my normal 6 hours, I didn’t wake up until quarter after 5. only other symptoms are mild headache and my tinnitus is MUCH quieter than normal. Weird, hunh?

No coughing, but that ‘tightness’ in chest is definitely present. Could be hypochondria. I’m definitely one of those. who the hell knows. IS IT THE ‘RONA?