All Die

Exactly. And a lot of liberals believe we should heavily restrict everyone else so the unvaccinated can have the luxury of remaining that way. This fits the lib self-hating “take everything away” ethos, of course, but I reject it utterly.

Fuck the unvaxxed; they made their choice. Let them fucking die.

See Any Wings?

You know you’re doing something right when your friend refers to you as “angel” and “my angel” sometimes. She does it because I am nice* to her for no reason other than I like her (how life should be, right?), but it does warm my heart.

I try to tell her I am a grumpy old bastard but she doesn’t believe it. Even when she sees it. But I am! I know she reads this blog (Hi T!) so thank you for making my life better. I really am a grumpy old bastard but you see more than that, too. That’s what friends should do and should be.

*Truly nice, not “nice guy” nice.

Witness Me

I love that people are trying to have fun again. The libs are working as hard as they can to take it away, but it ain’t working this time.

I hope I get those Olivia tickets. No one lives forever, and I have so many more things to do and to see.

Been Around

I also can’t do math of any kind. This “calculator” thing was already false even in the 1980s. I had a fucking PDA of some kind since 1989! I was literally walking around with a fucking calculator in my pocket when teachers were saying that BS.

(And if you wonder how a poor kid got a PDA in 1989. Imagine it’s quite small. And imagine how easy it is to get something small out of a store if you’re resourceful. How could that work? I had five fingers and they provided quite a discount.)

A Blast

One of my friends has a miserable (non-Covid) cold and another has a very bad stomach bug of some kind. The latter friend was joking that she needs a T-shirt that says “Please remain outside spew radius” and a pair of pants that say on the butt “Please remain outside splash zone.”

Well, that’s one of the reasons I love her and that we get along. She has an utterly disgusting and morbid sense of humor.

Anything You Do

All massive potential problems that we fixed, so now all have been retconned into being not really a problem.

Another example: A few weeks ago on Tumblr, I saw someone claiming that because the Allies won WWII “easily,” that shows Hitler wasn’t really much of a threat. Therefore, by that twisted reasoning, the Allies shouldn’t have been fighting against him. That’s a hell of a bit of historical revisionism there, isn’t it? But these days, any hard problem that was overcome shows it wasn’t really a problem, therefore nothing should’ve been done about it. That’s some “logic” for you.

Types of Imm

I can’t find this paper but this appears to be only antibody-based neutralization. There are other types of immune response the body relies on (e.g., humoral immunity).

Most people — even “experts” — seem to concentrate on antibodies, but long-term that is not even the most important or durable type of immunity. I think this is just to spur action/create panic, though perhaps not in this particular case. Also, the much-derided J&J vaccine might end up being better long term as it’s very possible it might be more durable.

My guess about Omicron and looking at its sequence/configuration is that the vaccines will still work fine against it, with some mild reductions in efficacy.

Scars

Years ago, I was dating a woman and when we decided to have sex, she said, “I should tell you. I have a scar on my back. It’s a bite mark. Someone raped me as I was leaving a bar and as they were doing it they bit me hard enough on the back to leave that.”

Later on, we were having sex doggy style and if she hadn’t told me about the scar I never even would’ve even noticed it. It was very faint. But seeing that tracery of a bite mark and thinking about the fact that some ghoul did that to her made me so angry I couldn’t stay hard. Of course, she noticed my lack of ability to continue. To be clear, the scar itself didn’t bother me. I couldn’t care less. She was very beautiful, and kind; what distressed me is the act itself that led to the scar.

“Is the scar bothering you?” she asked.

“Yes, but not the way I think you mean,” I said. “It’s just making me angry that someone would hurt you like that.”

She said that she was over it, but understood. We switched positions and all was well in a few minutes.

Today, though, I was thinking that nearly every woman I’ve been close enough to tell me about it has been sexually assaulted at some point. Not every one, but almost.

In the case of the woman above, it was a relatively-rare case of stranger rape. Whoever did it was never caught and so probably did it again. And again. Sickening to think about.