I was working on a huge thing about self-quarantining, but I realized my feelings on people staying home and people going out and states reopening and blah blah blah all boil down to … you know what, don’t spit on other people, okay? Literally or metaphorically. Even without a pandemic.
(Okay, yes, some people deserve metaphoric spitting upon–Manson. Nazis. Larry Nasser. But most people? No.)
So what shall I blog about instead?
Well, I’m attempting a new daily routine that involves a back to basics bullet journal, a streamlined work notebook, and my reminders app. So far so good; I’m getting stuff done. I love the Artist’s Loft notebooks from Michaels, the Rhodia Reverse notebook, and the Rhodia reporter’s note pads.
I’m working steadily on a story.
I’m adding bridges and decor to my Animal Crossing island. I’m going to add an incline so my neighbors can access the cliffs, but I’m placing it strategically so they can’t get to my house. Because I am a hermit.
I read Network Effect, the Murderbot novel. It, like the Good Omens TV show, does some interesting things with the idea of relationships. I’m still thinking about it. I, personally, don’t exactly ship Aziraphale and Crowley, but I don’t exactly not ship them, either. They’re clearly in love, but I’m not sure that means the same thing for them as it does for humans? Murderbot has two relationships where I’m like … this maps to a particular kind of relationship, but it’s not that. Possibly because Murderbot isn’t exactly human? I dunno, I haven’t quite worked out my thinking, here, but I like the idea of other sorts of complicated, intense, love-based relationships that aren’t exactly romantic/sexual partnerships or parental/mentor relationships (but aren’t exactly not that, either). You’re definitely more than friends, but what the fuck do humans know, anyway?
Laura E. Price 