Tuesday morning and can you believe it’s been a week since the national bloodbath? I am sure they are going to finish licking their wounds and start their next tantrum/breakdown/whatever they do to cope when they realize they are not the majority they love to think they are. The weather here has definitely changed, and this is absolutely my favorite time of year in New Orleans. I don’t like getting up in the dark or getting home after dark, but it’s nice to enjoy being outside again. I slept really well yesterday, which was great. I had a good day at work, and felt pretty good when I left the office for home. I am in the final vestiges of this cold or whatever it was, so that’s also kind of nice. I did some chores when I got home, and it was lovely coming down to a clean apartment. It’s lovely to not feel sick anymore…I made a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner, chilled with Sparky, and did a little bit of reading and some free form scribbling in my journal. I even managed to get through some of my emails yesterday, and maybe can get the inbox cleared out once and for all. It’s hard to imagine that ever happening, but one can but dream, you know?
Lauren Boebert officially lost her House seat yesterday, and she can join her old buddies Matt Gaetz and Marjorie Taylor Green over in the “irrelevant loser” pile. We, of course, are still waiting on results from Alaska and Mississippi, but soon enough those races will also be over and the rout of MAGA will be complete. I know I’ve lost track, but are there still any Tea Party/MAGA people really left in Congress anymore? I wonder how they’ll rebrand racism and white supremacy and Christian Nationalism for the next go round? They never go away, you know; evil conservatism is like a hydra.
I continued my rewatch of Friday the 13th the Series with the second episode of the first season, “The Poison Pen,” which is one of the sillier and more campy episodes. This time around, a monk known as the Oracle of Death writes prophecies about death down with a quill pen and they come true. (Of course, it never occurs to anyone that his pen is cursed and writing down people’s deaths with it essentially kills them.) The monastery is housed on valuable real estate downtown, and a construction syndicate is offering them a lot of money for their property–which is part of the scheming going on behind the scenes in the cloister. In order to get the pen, the three go undercover in the monastery to retrieve the object before more people die, and Mickey has to bind herself and pretend to be a man. (Hence the campy aspects of the episode.) The effects are cheap and silly to modern eyes, but probably weren’t as bad when the show originally aired; the wildest part is the homicidal, independently flying guillotine blade. But it was fun, and I think I already remember episode three of this season, “Cupid’s Bow,” which if I am remembering correctly, winds up in a fraternity house…which was even funnier than the cheap effects or Mickey in drag moments of episode 2.
We did finish Black Doves on Sunday night; it really is a fun show. I love the lesbian assassins–they remind me of my Ninja Lesbians in my Scotty series, Ben Whishaw is also fantastic as always, he needs to be in more things, and of course, Sarah Lancashire is a queen. I’m not sure how they’ll do another season, but I certainly hope they do and they know how how to do it properly rather than put something terrible together to cash-in on the excellence of the first two seasons.
I also sent out a newsletter, which you can read by clicking here. I talk about my short story “The Sound of Snow Falling”, which is in the newly released anthology Unloaded Volume 3. compiled and edited by Eric Beetner. Huzzah!
And on that note, I am going to head into the spice mines for the morning. Have a marvelous Tuesday, Constant Reader, and I will be back again bright and early for my midweek blog tomorrow. Until then–thanks for stopping by yet again!
