It's got to happen sometime—until then, raise a drink

[sovay]

I slept almost eight hours. I forgot that spring in New England lasts about that long these days; by the time I was walking to M.F. Dulock in order to pick up an order for myself and my parents, it was eighty degrees out and humid as soup. The thunderstorm held off until this evening when I was talking with selkie. (Members of our household brought us both cookies! It was almost like sharing a meal!) Best prize for worst wearing of a mask seen so far in these pestilential days goes to the dude sitting on the curb on Highland smoking with his mask pulled up over his forehead, where I guess it was protecting his third eye. I really don't want the state reopening on Monday. Somerville has extended its citywide state of emergency provisionally until December.

I have been rewatching Black Narcissus (1947) because Ian McDowell was talking about it. I can't wear shorts like David Farrar can, but I do covet Mr. Dean's hat.

Comments

[nodrog]

The respirator on the forehead is a giveaway:  He's a Megacity Judge.



That's what that yellow thingumbob is.

[rosefox]

A lot of chins in my neighborhood are very well protected. It's infuriating.

[cmcmck]

They've eased off very slightly here and are now crapping themselves because people might actually choose to take advantage of the fact this weekend.

Asked people to go back to work and then panic about public transport.

A clue, they need one!

[sporky_rat]

The only times so far I've had someone not wearing their mask correctly at me was when I was having trouble hearing them and politely asked them if I could lip read them.

They carefully tugged the strings up a bit, I read their lips, they put their mask back on again, touching only the strings, and I was able to make my purchase.
(This has really driven home the need for elocution classes in my area, wow.)

[kore]

"President Trump unveils "Operation Warp Speed," a program to develop a coronavirus vaccine, during a press conference in the Rose Garden."

Man, I think we're down out through the wrong leg of the Trousers of Time and are well into the Inside-Out Socks of Dystopia.

[teenybuffalo]

I am fixating on that photograph. I know nothing of this film except that a lot of the protagonists are lonely and/or horny and fall in love with this guy. He looks like the costumers got the instruction, "Scarecrow from 'Wizard of Oz' but sexy," and did their best.