I'm glad I work from home, especially because I just noticed I was gnawing on the side of my thumb as I was reading these posts. I cannot stop touching my damn face. It will be my downfall.
Natter 76: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Foaminess
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
If we can stop touching our faces, our complexions will thank us!
Or so I tell my OMG FIFTEEN NEXT MONTH child.
(AND NILLY!!!! I miss your pixels!)
Teppy,
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Ha! YES.
Well, this is happening. I don't think I'm going to be hearing Tchaikovsky this weekend, unless it's on the radio.
I have concerts this weekend that I think will be happening, because there aren't many cases here yet. I'm less sanguine about, say, DragonCon, which is like 80,000 people over Labor Day weekend.
Otherwhere online is a damned dumpster fire.
Ain't that the truth.
Both of the Universities I teach at have announced they are going to online classes. I'm not sure how that works for quite a bit of the theatre curriculum.
I'm watching things cancel all around me and wondering if my business will be able to weather it. My entire career is dependent upon groups of people gathering.
MA has declared a State of Emergency -- I notice a lot of states are doing it (it's the new black!) but it's good in the sense that state governments are getting in gear to deal even as the Fed fucks it up.
It seems ultimately ironic to me that the elderly Fox-News-addicted relatives -- likely to be the victims of the novel coronavirus -- are the most likely to be misinformed by their news sources.