nov 7 in idea barrages

Another teevee ad for a prescription drug where the generic could be split in two and it’d be a perfect name for an NPR reporter. “Dupi Lumab, All Things Considered.”

My anxiety and panic are kind of like the story with the flies, the honey and vinegar? I’m like Pooh Bear covered in paper-cuts, honey soothes me, vinegar just stings and I recoil… tell me it’s easy, I’ll just beat myself up more for not doing an “easy” thing.

A comic strip about a Viking biologist called Agar The Orrible.

She was a born cattle farmer, a real prod-igy.

A mechanical Hobbit called Bubo Baggins.

My love of humanity is as an ocean. My faith and trust in humanity could coat the inside-bottom of a thimble on a good day.

Ollie the dog kills plush toys as if he were the Punisher had the Punisher’s family been murdered by furries instead of mobsters.

Some of these days in Our Plague Year we feel like we’re hanging in there, others we feel like we’re hanging, full stop. Somedays my anxiety makes me feel inured to it, prepared for it, somedays my other issues bubble up to and they exponentialize each other. Is life, I suppose.