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stress-eating the news out, one day and a whole box of cereal at a time

Apr 10, 2020

I now tell the days apart by what utterly moronic, offensive, infuriating, dangerous or just plain “the fuck now?” thing Trump said or did at the latest daily crisis briefing.

It’s a kind of masochistic calendar: I wake up, I make coffee, I go to Aaron Rupar’s twitter feed to watch clips from last night’s press conference, I see the President mimicking health care workers getting dressed to go to work, I say to myself “So it’s Tuesday. Good to know”.

Then again, it took me until Wednesday midnight to realise it was actually Thursday, so it’s mostly a calendar that keeps making me touching my face against all rona-warnings and health instructions, because it’s the only known way to demonstrate a multiple facepalm.

But yeah, days. What a concept.

SOMETHING THAT I NOW KEEP IN AN OPEN TAB AS A VIRTUAL HUG WHEN I AM IN NEED OF ONE

Xopher Besinger @cbesinger

SOMETHING TO READ

Fran Lebowitz Is Never Leaving New York

You’re proudly averse to technology, but a lot of people who are stuck inside have become more dependent on it. Has this broken down any of your resistance?
No. In fact, the daughter of a friend of mine called me this morning and said, “I can bring an iPhone. I can explain to you how to use it.” And I said, “Not having these things is not an accident.” I know they exist. It’s like not having children: it was no accident.
The only thing that makes this bearable for me, frankly, is at least I’m alone. A couple of people invited me to their houses in the country, houses much more lavish than mine. Some of them have the thing I would love to have, which is a cook, since I don’t know how to cook. And I thought, You know, Fran, you could go away and you could be in a very beautiful place with a cook, but then you’d have to be a good guest. I would much rather stay here and be a bad guest. And, believe me, I am being a bad guest.

Singing Mailman Who Delivers A Powerful Message In A Few Words

Roger Ebert left a movie because the popcorn was too salty, walked into a Chicago bar for a cold beer and found himself listening to a mailman singing songs. He was so struck he wrote this review that launched John Prine's career.

Elizabeth Warren has a plan for this, too

I miss you Lizzie.