I spent the first couple of months of the pandemic getting by with bandanas because why spend money if you don't need to. (I got an enormous kick out of sporting the Red Dead Redemption look at the bank, I gotta tell yah.) But since this looks like it's going to be a long term thing, I've decided to start collecting a few masks as well. If nothing else I'm really hoping this normalizes people wearing masks when they have colds and flus so my asthmatic ass can stop getting bronchitis every winter.
This has since ramped up to treating masks like every black concert t-shirt I have ever bought and buying ones I like whether I need them or not. (Seriously, I have a cardboard box in my basement with "Siobhan has too many black t-shirts" scrawled on the side in sharpy.)
The Axe has been buying Cyberoptix
gorgeous silk ties for years now. She recently started making masks so I bought the Facehugger and Pinhead designs. Hoax Couture
is a local business that normally make bespoke fashion and who have started making masks. For every one purchased they donate two to frontline workers so I bought a couple of their cammo prints and I LOVE THESE MASKS. They ear-bands are adjustable so I can get them to stop slipping off my mutant tiny ears and they are so comfy.
Now I'm just waiting on these Eat The Rich
masks that some friends put together.
As a direct result of this flurry of consumer activity, Facebook is now sending me ads for masks about every third post. Some of them are advertising that they are indigenous or POC businesses, so my resolve not to click on FB ads is kind of wavering here. Maybe if I just... write down the name and look it up on a different computer? Think that would work to circumvent the Zuckerberg empire?
My Covid test came back negative so I scheduled my residence visit on Friday. I made arrangements with a wheelchair company rep to meet me there, notified the residence of the plan and packed a bag of thing to bring with me. I made arrangements to borrow BC's car to drive there and made an appointment to pick up my new masks on the way. And then I spent the entire drive saying, "What did I forget
? I've forgotten something, haven't I? What is
I hadn't forgotten anything but man. My brain is all over the place these days.
Work is unreal right now, which is probably contributing to my sense that I'm dropping balls all over my feet. The project team just keeps plopping new work in our collective lap, none of the reporting works right in the new system, and because we are off-our-melons busy, this is the perfect week to start interviews for a position that's been open since February.
I need a vacation so badly. I have some time booked off in September and we are planning on spending the first week repainting and rearranging the ground floor. Then the Axe is lobbying for a camping trip or something but I keep pointing at the empty bank account. I'm more inclined to just build a fire in the backyard for a few nights and call that camping.
Today I discovered that the Spanish word for a goth is Siniestro. I am delighted
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