New Fear Unlocked

A wasp or hornet (I’m not good at identifying them, but it wasn’t a honey bee nor bumble bee, it was smooth, shiny, black & yellow & stingy) was clinging to the shorts. WHY it had crawled between shorts and underwear in the first place, I cannot begin to fathom. But in the cool, pre-dawn basement, it was nearly motionless.

Took the shorts over to the patio door, opened it, flicked ’em outside.

But this has now unlocked a new fear – of being stung in the balls.

How far into autumn/winter will it be before the risk of stingy fuckers hiding in my underwear basket has returned to effectively zero?

But Also Do Some Ham Radio As Long As I’m Out

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Lost in the woods, I had already tried 146.52 from a couple of the hill tops. A local would be a better way to go, if possible. But honestly, knowing that the MMSN was still going to be out there for another six hours was all the reassurance I needed to stave off panic.

Sexism In The Age Of Cholera… or is it Covid?

Anytime I’m going to be within 10 feet of people other than my wife, I wear a 3m 8210 N95 mask. It has two real straps that go around my head, holding it tightly to my face all the way around. Does it mess up my hair? Sure. I don’t fucking care. I need to not get Covid-19, so STFU.

An Object Lesson On Correction

YouTube: Posh song, from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tDPMcdd7F0A

Friends, I’m telling you, it’s OK to not know a thing. Ignorance is the default condition; stupidity is a choice.

Be curious. Be humble. Be correctable. And be brave enough to push back on both sides of Social Media Toxicity.