A fine person named Kelly purchased the hand drum and I have reduced my burden of objects. It isn’t much but it’s the right motion. He said he worked with kids and I think it’s going into a classroom setting. Or maybe not.
Shit. Metformin doesn’t get along with Inderal. They may intensify each other’s side effects according to this long list of side effects….
In about an hour someone’s coming over to look at the hand drum to see if they want to buy it.
and in yet another outburst of schadenfreude I am sharing that a well known religious pest, street preacher and homophobe WHO IS NOT BEING NAMED because the RCMP doesn’t want a lawsuit has been stabbed at Metrotown, was treated and released in hospital
Well, the mag I submitted to turned this story down, and so I’ll be publishing it here when I’ve formatted it to my own taste. Don’t care, my mother and auntie liked it.
and apparently the link is going to be posted in a fanfic newsletter next month as part of a collection.
I do think it’s one of the funniest things I’ve put on ao3! Don’t worry mOm I’ll email you the link
With thanks for the many simple pleasures of MST Country, with thanks to the people and the stories that make this place, for the sky, land and water, for all the beautiful creatures herein. It is a good day.
Jeff has (like Thorkel) stood in the ‘undeviating stream of my complaints’ as I whined about my health (okay the rumours about brain damage are true! what it is!) and survived!
Also I called Dave and wordsaladed all over his uncomplaining ear. He’s got to haul himself off to a doctor as well, shortly, and he’s looking forward to it about as much as I did. I have to go into the clinic 14 days hence.
Today I am going to wander down to the drugstore and find out what manner of side effect lies in wait for me there. DO NOT WANT a YEAR OF NAUSEA.
Tomorrow I’m going to the Junction to help Katie set up the baby room and nag her dad about how old he got, since he’ll be 72 tomorrow. Last time I was there we had a talk about the things that could have killed him, like the time he hit a wall on his motorcycle at 50 miles an hour, then (limping four ways from Sunday) rode what was left of it to Ron M.’s place in London and crashed on his couch. Shook it off and beat most of the dings out of it the next day. The shit we get up to when we’re young! and then after we’ve survived it we wake up in a cold sweat decades later going HOLY SHIZZBALLS OF RECKONING. I still get a chill when I think about the plane crash. Surviving stuff like that should make you a better person, but as best I recollect the only thing that came out of it was that we should have wills, although we didn’t actually DO anything about it until years later.
I’m up to 2700 words on the haunted object story and I’m loving the dialog, it’s most hilarious and effective (and yes I do say so myself, dialogue is one of my writing skillsets).
I now veer wildly off into Schadenfreude land. He was a cruel and evil and anti-science man, and now he’s fondling Satan’s dick in hell, and GOOD. For when the link disappears:
(Ed Mazza, Yahoo News, Monday September 13 2021)
Bob Enyart, a notoriously homophobic right-wing radio host who refused to get vaccinated against the coronavirus, has died of COVID-19.
The death was announced on Facebook.
“It comes with an extremely heavy heart that my close friend and co-host of Real Science Radio has lost his battle with COVID,” wrote Fred Williams, co-host of the ironically named show, which routinely pushed anti-science talking points, including creationism.
Enyart was 62, according to Newsweek.
My age. LOL Fred do tell me your vaxx status
after all, repulsigans, you have taught me that the cruelty is the message as “Cops” returns to Fox Media
later that morning – Mike called and told me about the Reddit Herman Cain award and it’s all for vile people who said covid was a hoax and then died of it so I was able to tell Mike I already had an award recipient on my blog this morning DOUBLE LOL