Thoughts from a few months ago
We are all now faced with what history will perhaps remember as the greatest struggle of our time.
Not only have we faced political turmoils, the shadow of war, climate change and economic hardships, circumstance has now seen fit to issue us a new challenge, that of pandemic.
In the actions we take today, we speak to our children, to our future leaders and to the keepers of the collective, accumulated wisdom of human kind.
We will tell them how we faltered and of the mistakes we made. That we behaved as our lesser selves. That we succumbed to fear, selfishness and despair. We followed those who, through ignorance, greed, or desperation would lead us to false hope and ruin.
But we will also tell them this: That, in the end, we did not surrender. That we, as a species, rose to the challenges of fate and bent it to our will in the name of survival and prevailed.
Such a victory never comes without cost and we will always remember those lost who remain close to our hearts, nor those who, with infinite compassion and courage, gave their lives to care for the sick and dying.
Their names shall be etched in steel and stone to be forever remembered as heroes of our time and of humanity.
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Dear DeviantArt.
As disturbed and violated as I feel about about interest tracking, it's also kind of hilarious and sad when it gets it wrong.
For example, as much as I can appreciate the occasional feminine aesthetic in art, as a gay man, there's very little about the overwhelming avalanche of vulva that I find especially appealing. You know what, though...I can deal. If other people have to put up with guys' bits flapping around, I can put up with this. I can avoid the page easily enough, at any rate.
This isn't a suggestion to refine the algorithm so much as me taking the opportunity to tell a funny story.
I had a conversation about dAmn/The real Chat yesterday with missblissx. I feel as though I was a very poor advocate for it and that I probably got a lot of things completely arse-backward about the whole thing and explained my thoughts quite poorly. I've been frustratedly ticcing "POST!" whenever I think about it, so, you know...watch this space.
Notes+
Poked my head into the new realtime notes feature.
Dishonour on your cow.
Doctor school
"Inject him with explosives!"
"Doctor, this man can't breathe properly. What do we do?"
"Give him the explosion gas!"
"Doctor, this man has cancer. What do we do?"
"Thermonuclear explosives!"
Medicine is weird.
Physical distancing, social closeness
It's physical distancing.
You want to know what's important to us social creatures during such deprivations?
Social closeness.
So, say it with me, folks.
Physical distancing.
Social closeness.
So pick up your phone, or, rather, tap on the part of the phone that lets you contact other people, be it by calling or other messaging app or thing and get socially cohesive.
Just do it the fuck at home. By yourself.
Remember: This is an airbourne pathogen that remains in the air, viable, for at least three hours. All this bullshit about staying a couple of meters away from other people is not going to fucking cut it.
This is a surface transfer pathogen. Meaning anything an infected/contaminated person touches, breathes, coughs, sneezes, spits on and, in turn, whatever touches that and whatever touches that and so on should be considered a biohazard. For at least three DAYS after contact. This is the one where you wash your hands with soap and hot water and don't touch yourself.
ADAPT OR YOU AND/OR OTHER PEOPLE WILL DIE. Survivability of a species is often directly corelated to its capacity for adaptation. We have smart squishy stuff in our heads. It's time we behaved like it.