Bread, bread, bread, bread....

by InterNutter

Queensland has very sensibly closed its borders to New South Wales since NSW was silly enough to just announce "fuck it" and open its borders with Victoria again.

This news happening a mere 48 hours after several announcements where NSW and Victorian sporting teams are being sent north to Queensland. Possibly for health reasons.

I say this now:

FUCK. THAT. SHIT.

Don't do it. Do not let them into Queensland. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200, that won't even buy you a coffee order for five people these days. Jeesh.

TIL: Survivors of "mild" cases of Covid-19 are more likely to have LINGERING HEART DAMAGE. This plague is the gift that keeps on giving... terrifying comorbs and lingering after-effects that will hit all sufferers directly in the budget.

The US idiot in charge of education, Betsy-Wetsy DuVos, claims that >14K dead kids is "acceptable losses" when it comes to getting schools back to functioning status during the epoch of plague that has become this year.

In brighter news, the Muppet is apparently not allowed to Tweet any more. That may mean an increased number of plague-spreading rallies where he spouts bullshit to everyone. Or just using twitter via various surrogates.

I bet he's gone golfing again to take his mind off it.

I have Ingrid Starter bulking up to make bread today, and a whole lotta nonsense to plough through in the between times.

This is my rough agenda:

  • Blog & Instant
  • House unfuckening
  • Bread in progress
  • Acquire pool noodle (I'll explain later)
  • Inspect marketplace for replacement phone as mine is playing up
  • Retrieve main compy from repairs (that's what the pool noodle is for)
  • Acquire cream (I need it)
  • Acquire car battery (I was dumb, okay?)

As it turns out, Apple iMacs are (a) heavy and (b) sharp. The pool noodle will be cut to size so I can haul that MF from where the Apple Shop is to wherever I managed to find a park.

I may yet say "Fuckit" and use the valet.

I have attempted to enlist Mayhem's help, but if he falleth asleep, I may have to attempt enlisting Beloved.

Neither of whom have shown very much interest in making bread.

AUGH.

Why does everything around me have to go wrong?