And Speaking of Disappointed

Remember a year ago when we first went into lockdown and I said I’d hoped this would be an opportunity for society at large to rethink how things were getting done?

I wrote this:

There’s no going back to the way things were even a few weeks ago. The system was broken, and while this transition is going to be painful, ultimately we will all be better for it.

Oh the naïveté. To think that human beings would actually change their behavior for the better because of one little pandemic. What the last year has shown me is that human stubbornness, greed and stupidity are alive and well and going nowhere.

Why this rant? Seven days from now will mark the one year anniversary of working from home and last week we were notified by the powers that be that we are starting a “phased” reopening on March 29th. Because reasons.

Foolishly I thought I’d be able to negotiate only one or two days a week in the office during this transition, but my boss (who has been extraordinarily accommodating through this crisis) sent me a snarky email this morning pointing out that we have to start transitioning back into the office sooner rather than later so my one colleague (who has already been going in a couple days a week) does not bear the burden of all the hands-on stuff that needs to be done.

I’m already scheduled to go in tomorrow to do some equipment imaging, but I replied that I would just rip the band-aid off and return to full time in the office starting Monday. Fuck it. I’ve had my initial vaccine with the second scheduled for the 27th, so at this point I just don’t care any more. And frankly at this point I’m back to wishing on an asteroid impact that just puts the human species out of its misery.

So Disappointed

Assuming he doesn’t shave, how is Jensen Ackles not a furball? The man exudes hairy beast vibes, so I was sorely disappointed the first time I saw him take his shirt off.

I’ll Bet…

…that Ray Bradbury’s The Illustrated Man is his favorite book.

I don’t get face tattoos. Everything else, yes. But not faces.

Gratuitous Ricky Whittle

And speaking of Mr. Whittle, the third season of American Gods has recaptured a lot of the magic that was lost in Season 2. I almost didn’t even bother watching this year, but I’ve been pleasantly surprised. The story is still all over the place and I miss several of the characters that are just gone, but my (pardon the pun) gods, the cinematography…

Truly magical.

All The Cool Kids Are Doing It

I can feel Bill Gates’ our alien overlords’ nanobots swarming through my bloodstream, but it’s been two days and I’m still waiting for my 5G antennas to start sprouting. I wonder if my reception will be good enough with just those, or if I’ll still need a tinfoil hat…

There is a welt at the injection site that forms “666,” so I’m not giving up hope just yet.