Twaste

I really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really hate Standard time.

Less than I used to, admittedly. But still, now it gets dark too early to eat on the lanai, when the weather is perfect. Just a total waste.

Mr. Underbed

Cool, now do the seven-day moving average for deaths from the Dec-Jan time period in Denmark. Oops, turns out it was 800% higher as compared to now.

Kinda destroys that whole narrative. The vaccines are working. The point of them was never to eliminate the virus. Smart people knew that was impossible since nearly the beginning. They were to keep your ass from dying.

But it’s all about hysterics since the lockdown lifers are desperately, desperately wanting us to go back to that in perpetuity now. And we should resist, hard, that whole ethos.

Traffic speed

And the prude-libs ate that shit up. They loved it. They lived for it. White liberal women think they are on the verge of being trafficked every 10 minutes, and it gives them great pride.

Watching Unwatched

It’s been interesting to watch people get more prudish over time, claim they are not, and then have them make statements like, “I’m not prudish, I just think a bare shoulder is so naughty and uncalled for!”

They’ll have women in burqas soon enough, I guess, but will call them “anti-pandemic feminist NPIs” or some such.

Dagny – Somebody (Live)


Why only available in 480p? Anyway, still worth watching. It shouldn’t really work in this format but her performance is so intimate it still does.

I like this better than her other performance with KORK because it’s just her — no backup singer. Also, I like the Norwegian at the beginning. You can hear how her name is really pronounced (it has one very hard phoneme for most non-Norwegian people to even hear, much less say).

Green With

Sung to the Green Acres theme song:

Under the bed crying is the place to be
Lockdown life is the life for me
Grammas dying on every side
‘Cuz you wouldn’t wear a mask outside

Cowering inside is where I’d rather stay
I panic when I cross the entranceway
I just adore a blank wall view
Dah-ling I love atrophied muscle tissue