going out

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the other night, Dude and I went Out To Dinner. We made reservations for a little place that used to be a restaurant we liked and now is a different restaurant. I dressed up and put on makeup and forgot a mask, so I had to dig one out of my purse. (I have been so conscientious for so long I was actually in shock to realize I hadn’t picked one out to match my outfit…)

We went into the restaurant and nobody had a mask on. The hostess confirmed our reservation, gestured us to a seat, and said that in accordance with state law, masks aren’t required for the fully vaccinated; if you’re not vaccinated, of course you can remove your mask at your table but you should wear it everywhere else.

I already had trouble removing my masks at tables, but after that I sat there for a few moments in kind of shock. Dude went over the statistics with me– NYS has an infection rate well below 1%, the stats on a vaccinated person getting the illness anyway are impressively low, the stats on a vaccinated person spreading it are like– it just hasn’t really happened– etcetera.

I got over it and managed to enjoy the dinner, but in the midst of it, a woman who was a customer at the bar got up and walked across the room, holding her mask to her face, the ear loops dangling. She did not put it on. She just held it over her mouth. Like what the fuck are you doing. And I thought, that chucklefuck is definitely not vaccinated and is only wearing the mask because the friend she brought with her knows that and insisted.

So my thing so far has just been that I’m wearing masks anyway. Not quite everyone at work is vaxxed, and little kids come in sometimes, and so on and so forth– it just seems safer, and like, c’mon, I can just wear them. My coworker, who hasn’t worn a mask in his office for the duration of this, said when he goes out he always wears one but his wife doesn’t; they’re both vaccinated.

My worry is that now if you wear a mask people are going to assume you’re not vaccinated. But if you don’t wear a mask you look like a crazy antimasker.

I just want there to be a thing I can do that signals to people that I am respectful and not insane or antisocial, and it looks like now we don’t really have that anymore.

But we also don’t have to be crushingly afraid of getting sick, so. (Your picture was not posted)

coming to you live

witcher, tw substance use, completely legal drugs guys, what a world we live in, not making a habit of that though

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So I’ve been working on a thing that started off as like, filler for the Ciri story– I wanted a plot to flesh out so there’d be something for everyone to kinda look at– and it ballooned. Anyway, a couple of friends were interested so I shared links to the Google docs of the in-progress works, and that’s been fun. My normal M.O. with stuff like that is that I do the raw composition in a doc, and then paste chunks of it once I’m sure it’s going somewhere into the doc other people can see.

But i have too much going on for that to really be feasible, currently. So sometimes I just compose into those docs, and usually it works because I’m on a different time zone, and whatever, it’s generally low-key.

But last night I realized one invested reader hadn’t been given the link to the other doc that had a lot of the material, so I sent it over, and then sat down to work at the same time, and then the comments the first one was leaving served to summon the other reader back, and before I knew it, i was composing and the things i had composed were being highlighted and commented on while I was still pondering the end of the sentence.

It was hilarious, and not as distracting as you’d think, because instead of toggling to another window when my attention span flickered, I’d be in the comments instead.

Where I screwed up, though, was that it was a friday night and I’d made fancy cocktails both before and with dinner, and then I uh. Well, there was an experiment with a substance only recently made legal in my state. Which I thought hadn’t affected me, so I sat back down and went back to work, and then it very much kicked in.

I haven’t gone back to look at the doc. I know I wasn’t really capable of verbal communication (at one point I informed Dude that the cat was using her paws as a seat. a seat for. a seat for her head. A – a pillow!) but I was fully convinced I’d retained my writing ability, though my attention span was now in fractions of seconds so I kept having to scroll back up to remember what the beginning of the sentence had been.

I should go see if I wrote anything useful or if it’s gibberish; I did carefully mark the point where the uh the thing kicked in, so I could easily see where things might have gone off the rails.

let’s see….

hey this actually does seem coherent. Well, now we know.

Roche waited a beat, as Iorveth flipped the knife again. “Well?”

Iorveth flipped the knife again, annoyed. “Last night,” he said. He’d flipped the knife enough that Roche had sort of mentally gotten the rhythm of it. “We had a conversation.”

Oh, Roche was absolutely not going to talk about that. He’d assumed that was the deal, that nobody was going to talk about this. That sort of deal tended to be implicit, in the sorts of furtive handjobs in the woods Roche had experienced. He was not breaking that code now. He waited until Iorveth was in the midst of flipping the knife and moved, slamming his shoulder into Iorveth’s chest and pinning him to the wall. The knife clattered out of Iorveth’s hand, and for a moment Roche had him pinned, but then the elf twisted viciously, dropped, and kicked his feet out from under him.

you know. just normal nemesis stuff. handjobs and not talking about it and knives.

“War crimes and murders are different things,” Roche said. “We have to agree on that in order to even have a conversation.”

LOL wtf me

“You can fathom, perhaps,” Iorveth said, bitingly, “how I might not believe you.”

“Well,” Roche said, “if I would lie to you unforced, I can’t think how you’d believe you’d get a better answer with a knife to my throat.”

ok conclusion is, that’s all probably usable, if not quite how i would have written it in another mindset, but it’s inefficient to try to write under the influence. I have fairly vivid memories of carefully turning over and discarding very large ornate words that I realized did not fit with the tone of the piece, as I was composing. We’ll see if I got them all.

I hope people want like 25,000 words of Roche and Iorveth bantering furiously and then having astonishingly tender hatesex because that’s what this story has become. I’m going to have to split it out from the main Ciri story though, so it’s going to be, like the Keira/Lambert/Aiden one, like a weird undercurrent underpinning the events of the other story, LOL.

HA i’ve just realized i had the doc open in two separate windows and was alternating which one I was working into, I think, which would explain why I was disoriented sometimes. I mean, moreso than the usual. (Your picture was not posted)

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same bro

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“The body is round.”

“His little legs aren’t designed for distance.”

whoever scored this knew exactly what music this animal conveys (Your picture was not posted)