Here’s what happened in my life over the past week:
- We’re in the midst of a dumb pandemic federal election here in Canada. I’m guessing that’s responsible for the sudden uptick in phone calls from random numbers, although hard to say for sure, because I never actually answer the phone. I sent in my vote by mail, voting for my 2nd choice of party because there’s no way the candidate for my 1st choice party is going to win in my riding.
- For the last few years, my pattern has been starting to get sleepy in the early evening, going to bed early, and getting up early. I haven’t been getting sleepy much at all lately, so I’m staying up later and have been on closer to a normal person schedule, but it feels weird to me.
- The cap for the “o” key on my Macbook keyboard kept popping off. Macbooks are great, but they sacrificed durability for thinness with their keyboards. The key itself seemed to be fine, so after much wrestling trying to pop the “]” key’s cap off, I pulled a switcheroo, and now have a functional cap on the “o” key and a gimpy one on the “]” key that I never use. I was quite proud of myself for that improvised fix-it job.
- A couple years ago I started a notebook system to keep track of my health history, but I didn’t organize it well enough so it had gotten pretty chaotic. I decided it was time for a new system, so I got a couple of little notebooks, set up my system, and am still transferring everything over. It’s a bit of a pain in the ass, but I need a system to compensate for my brain not working properly, and for this kind of thing, I prefer paper to digital format.
- I got a new aromatherapy diffuser because my old one, after being on its last legs for a while, fully went kaput. The new one has a much bigger chamber for water, so it runs longer, which is nice.
- I discovered that the .com version of my URL, which GoDaddy had parked when I got my .org, is now being sold on dan.com for $9500, and is listed by a private investment fund. How absurd. The whole domain name aftermarket ripoff business may be perfectly legit, but it just seems so scuzzy.
In antivax stupidity news, people here are protesting a vaccine passport that’s being implemented soon. Specifically, they’re protesting outside hospitals and harassing health care workers and getting in the way of ambulances. Harassing the people that are going to try to save your sorry ass when you get yourself and your family sick with COVID is an ass-backwards way of protesting government decisions.
While roaming around puzzled by the stupidity of the world, I came across some British douchebag who decided to do a “dark vacation” in Afghanistan, and wasted oxygen and other resources, but more importantly a plane seat, getting his sorry ass evacuated. He had been documenting his vacay on 4chan, the armpit of humanity where the whole QAnon nonsense thrives. So I wandered over to 4chan, and took a peek at their politically incorrect message board, which is the cellulitis that developed from a boil topped with a nasty fungus in the armpit of humanity. Holy fuck, no wonder the world is going to hell in a handbasket with these people populating it.
Speaking of the world being fucked, the state of Texas, whose government is heavily stacked with old white men with privilege up the wazoo, has passed a heartbeat law prohibiting abortion once cardiac activity is detected, which is at around six weeks pregnant. Many women have no idea that they’re even pregnant at that point. I have a serious problem with people trying to impose their religious views on other people’s bodies.
All in all, I would conclude that our world is fucked.
That means we need 2 guinea pig photos this week.
This ball of fur tucked into my arm is casper. I have added labels to identify which parts of the ball are the different parts of Casper.
Guinea pigs always seem to be a bit unsure about moving from one surface to another. Here’s Peanut tentatively venturing off his blanket, with his back legs stretched out behind him. If I have him out for morning cuddles, he like to stay burrowed in his blankets, but when he’s out in the afternoon, he’s more curious and roams a bit.
How has your week been?