We've come to the point that my dentist cancels the appointment due to the safety measures and I'm not thrilled about it.
Stupid virus.
My teeth hurt :(
Stupid virus.
My teeth hurt :(
Friday, 13 March 2020
Wednesday, 11 March 2020
In light of adjacent Italy's shitshow, all public events are pending :/ No bee fair this saturday :( We were supposed to have a bee seminar today, got dressed up and everything. and all those bonus theater tickets available! Can you imagine a full theater and someone sneezes? :D
Sex robots
I just want to say, to the poor sex robot of the future whom I will probably eventually buy because I like well-made adult toys, and who will have to hold both my hands when listening to me talk about my recent dreams - and will probably look like Idris Elba or something - you, sir, are scheduled for a FUCKLOAD of long doggy walks. Possibly even some having to drop everything and listening to me read excerpts of my novel. But mostly looong walks in the woods. Fair warning.
Sunday, 8 March 2020
Bees are just too smart
I've said it a thousand times that bees are freakishly intelligent, haven't I?
They are scary smart. things that small are not supposed to be that smart.
I was phone-filming G today, as we were looking for the condition of brood in the hives. As is often the case, the closer you get to the queen, the harder guards circle you. Thing is, in my outfit, I have a tear in my glove, just by the thumb. now get this. I cannot tell you how or how the fuck, but one of the guards found the tear and no matter how much I bent my thumb to make it closed, the guard continued to tap the tangled fabric with its bum. Not with the stinger, just the bum. I knew exactly what it was doing - it was marking it with the signal hormone. I panicked and took the glove off, tossing it aside and just pulled my sleeve over the hand.
Picking the glove up later, once we were done, there were bee stingers in that exact spot. the tiny fuckers attacked the marked glove at the tear.
It is not even funny. They ignore pockets, shoelaces, zippers, even the rim of the jacket or the air vent lace, but they will go for the face and they will look for the tears. The General once had his zipper improperly closed. He was lucky to only get hit in the thigh, not the jolly.
Like, how can they even tell the difference between properly and improperly tied shoelaces??
Tuesday, 3 March 2020
And today, for once, and not to jinx myself, albeit I dreaded the location and condition of the tooth, it was not at all horrid. He even checked my whole line and only found four more in need of work, some more, others less. I thought it was a lot worse, to be honest. Maybe because some look really ugly, but are not in truth at all corroded. This one looked terrible, but it was just a filling and some reconstruction, not like the last one, which was literally a corpse.
General bought me a translation of Dune as a reward. I used to have an en English copy, but lent it to someone, I forget who, and never got it back. And I missed it. So, being a good girl today, I got Dune. It's 10:30 and so far a good day.
Not to jinx it, just to stress that part again.
Poop and purge and, you guessed it, dentist
Couple of weeks ago I complained to everyone who couldn't run away from me, that I dreamed of using the bathroom. Not one of those dreams where the body is trying to tell the brain to wake up and use the bathroom, but an actual dream of using the bathroom: I got off the bed, went to the bathroom, pooped and came back. There was nothing surreal about it, it was totally my bathroom, the time flow was normal and it was ... a realistic dream of going to the toilet.
And I thought: for the love of fuck, brain, of all the things in creation or yet-creation you can dream, THAT is what you chose to go photorealistic on??
The brain took this to heart. I've had several storeams since - for the uninitiated, stoream is a dream with a coherent story, start to finish, no bizarre bending and a satisfactory closure - much like a movie from within. Today, I dreamed of a night of Purge in the capital of my country. I had to get to the train station and get to my dentist, where G was waiting.
It started perfectly okay, nobody cared much about anything, nobody was wild, people were going about their business. Our country has an extremely low crime rate and nobody really feels like doing much of it, bar a bunch of confused teenagers who have always dreamed of smashing some glass or something. An elderly group - two brothers and their wives sort of adopted me in the rain to take me under their umbrellas to an underpass where a gallery and a cultural event was taking place. They were having some debates and the old man, once I said my goodbyes to leave, reached to me with 50 bucks in his hand. The mayor of the city, seeing this, wanting to be cool and friendly, also shoved 50 bucks in my hands for all those posh people to see. I considered the hard cash for a bit, but decided I am no longer a hitchhiker who needs hand-outs, and laughed, returning the money, saying: don't give me cash! Give me books! (In reference to a nice book one of them, I think the mayor, was holding.) Later, when we parted ways a few streets before the train station, the old man vanished for a minute, only to return with a thick folder-like book from an antique store. His brother, who did not seem to approve, cried: no, don't buy her The Leaves!... It seemed that this was the biggest book the old man could find, an encyclopedia of vintage illustrations of foliage. I joked with the women that they are clearly brothers and they explained how they both work for the same company, of which the elder (the complaining one) was a manager.
I left to hurry on, but as the night was almost through, I began to realize that, albeit most people didn't care for outdoors at this hour usually anyway, those who needed a bit of chemical stimulation have by now gotten feisty and for the first time ever, walking around in unfamiliar, poorly lit streets in the transportation section of the city, I did not feel as cool as I would. I began being followed by people toying with kitchen knives, almost surprised to see a fool like me outside, and almost getting kind of tempted. It was like wild animals - if I ran, they would chase. The fog caused the train station lights to create a sort of a glow and I could see the silhouette of the landmark statue behind the buildings, but for now, I needed to get out of plain sight and stop posing as a temptation. Why risk one small thing following another? My train was in a few minutes, though.
In one of the apartments in the building I hid, I met with a girl who walked around with a broken piece of plastic, trying to match it against various objects, but it wasn't until we hurried outside that we found this was not something she was scrapping but a bit of a bender she tore off her boyfriend's car and he was now chasing her in rage with his gang. Things were getting more heated. We saw a man trying to rape a woman on the hood of his Audi, but the gang got to him and glued his dick shut with superglue. Cops started being active again and driving fast around the empty city, ignoring pedestrians, so it was kind of dangerous to cross some streets. A cordon of shield-wielding policemen faced off with some riot, and while avoiding their clash, we got into a kill zone of a sniper who was after my girl companion, though she was wearing a helmet she found. I left her to deal with her problems while I try to catch the train.
I finally made it to the dentist and the nurse was as friendly as always, but I caught a glimpse of the doctor and he seemed to be in a tremendous backpain. I thought great, nothing like an overworked, exhausted dentist to deal with my brittle teeth. As always the nurse asked me to wait outside for the pain medication to take hold. Outside in the waiting room, all the people from the night accumulated and were cranky and restless. I found the General among them, waiting for me, and showed him the pretty book I was given by friendly strangers, telling him about my Purge experience.
And I thought: for the love of fuck, brain, of all the things in creation or yet-creation you can dream, THAT is what you chose to go photorealistic on??
The brain took this to heart. I've had several storeams since - for the uninitiated, stoream is a dream with a coherent story, start to finish, no bizarre bending and a satisfactory closure - much like a movie from within. Today, I dreamed of a night of Purge in the capital of my country. I had to get to the train station and get to my dentist, where G was waiting.
It started perfectly okay, nobody cared much about anything, nobody was wild, people were going about their business. Our country has an extremely low crime rate and nobody really feels like doing much of it, bar a bunch of confused teenagers who have always dreamed of smashing some glass or something. An elderly group - two brothers and their wives sort of adopted me in the rain to take me under their umbrellas to an underpass where a gallery and a cultural event was taking place. They were having some debates and the old man, once I said my goodbyes to leave, reached to me with 50 bucks in his hand. The mayor of the city, seeing this, wanting to be cool and friendly, also shoved 50 bucks in my hands for all those posh people to see. I considered the hard cash for a bit, but decided I am no longer a hitchhiker who needs hand-outs, and laughed, returning the money, saying: don't give me cash! Give me books! (In reference to a nice book one of them, I think the mayor, was holding.) Later, when we parted ways a few streets before the train station, the old man vanished for a minute, only to return with a thick folder-like book from an antique store. His brother, who did not seem to approve, cried: no, don't buy her The Leaves!... It seemed that this was the biggest book the old man could find, an encyclopedia of vintage illustrations of foliage. I joked with the women that they are clearly brothers and they explained how they both work for the same company, of which the elder (the complaining one) was a manager.
I left to hurry on, but as the night was almost through, I began to realize that, albeit most people didn't care for outdoors at this hour usually anyway, those who needed a bit of chemical stimulation have by now gotten feisty and for the first time ever, walking around in unfamiliar, poorly lit streets in the transportation section of the city, I did not feel as cool as I would. I began being followed by people toying with kitchen knives, almost surprised to see a fool like me outside, and almost getting kind of tempted. It was like wild animals - if I ran, they would chase. The fog caused the train station lights to create a sort of a glow and I could see the silhouette of the landmark statue behind the buildings, but for now, I needed to get out of plain sight and stop posing as a temptation. Why risk one small thing following another? My train was in a few minutes, though.
In one of the apartments in the building I hid, I met with a girl who walked around with a broken piece of plastic, trying to match it against various objects, but it wasn't until we hurried outside that we found this was not something she was scrapping but a bit of a bender she tore off her boyfriend's car and he was now chasing her in rage with his gang. Things were getting more heated. We saw a man trying to rape a woman on the hood of his Audi, but the gang got to him and glued his dick shut with superglue. Cops started being active again and driving fast around the empty city, ignoring pedestrians, so it was kind of dangerous to cross some streets. A cordon of shield-wielding policemen faced off with some riot, and while avoiding their clash, we got into a kill zone of a sniper who was after my girl companion, though she was wearing a helmet she found. I left her to deal with her problems while I try to catch the train.
I finally made it to the dentist and the nurse was as friendly as always, but I caught a glimpse of the doctor and he seemed to be in a tremendous backpain. I thought great, nothing like an overworked, exhausted dentist to deal with my brittle teeth. As always the nurse asked me to wait outside for the pain medication to take hold. Outside in the waiting room, all the people from the night accumulated and were cranky and restless. I found the General among them, waiting for me, and showed him the pretty book I was given by friendly strangers, telling him about my Purge experience.
Sunday, 1 March 2020
"Trials of Gabriel Fernandez"
Seriously, why do those people reproduce? If all they do is hate, torture and kill their kids, why doesn't someone smack a fucking clamp on their tubes and allow them not to reproduce? Not saying neuter them forever. Just .... why do they have a bunch of kids which then they hurt and hurt and hurt.
Oh, right. They get state money for having them. I forget.
Kill pills
Almost done with the Trials of Gabriel Fernandez docu series. A little bit to go. How fast Americans are at sentencing someone to death. It amazes me. Right now the jury is deliberating execution and only this old, educated Asian man is arguing, the rest are, like, burn the bitch! Dude. You can't just kill someone. You don't think sentencing him to a life in a concrete box with bars is punishment? Even the judge told them, yo, you can't decide on something like that in two hours. It's not how a death verdict is imposed and you walk away thinking you avenged a dead kid. You don't think he is showing remorse? Look at the guy. He is done. You could ask him: do you wish to die? He would say yes.
I agree with the old Asian gentleman - it's the mother who deserves no more days. (IF you want to place blame, which is what these jurors seem to do. Other than that I am firmly against executions and would never impose them.) That huge moron was just a tool in his hands. He would not kill a kid had he not met her, but she would. She has never been good and never will. No matter how intellectually impaired she is from drugs and gang rapes. Fuck. :/ This is all just so damn sad.
But really, how come there is not an option for an inmate to end their own sentence? Would that seem like a cop-out? If others kill him that's justice, but if he is given the pill, that's an easy way out?
I agree with the old Asian gentleman - it's the mother who deserves no more days. (IF you want to place blame, which is what these jurors seem to do. Other than that I am firmly against executions and would never impose them.) That huge moron was just a tool in his hands. He would not kill a kid had he not met her, but she would. She has never been good and never will. No matter how intellectually impaired she is from drugs and gang rapes. Fuck. :/ This is all just so damn sad.
But really, how come there is not an option for an inmate to end their own sentence? Would that seem like a cop-out? If others kill him that's justice, but if he is given the pill, that's an easy way out?
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