(and I think we must call that the Amiable Alliance)
I think that's a perfect name for all of the Amys.
I just remembered that I changed my name here in the wake of the last job going horribly wrong, I needed a place to vent, and I was being hyper-alert. Again, working for my current company is
weird
with how invested they are in employees being okay. Every manager, exec level on down, has been constantly reminding us that we have an unlimited time off policy, and taking mental health days right now is more important than ever.
I feel like I need to wrap everyone up in bubble wrap right now to keep all of you safe.
You guys, I'm so sorry to hear amyth's news. Fuck cancer.
I hope you're are all doing okay. If you need help on January 20th, remember that Canadians did try to burn down the White House once, and we'd be happy to smoke Trump out for you.
I just had a quick trip to see my dad, because my Sil came to town for work and I took advantage of the free ride. Not driving during the pandemic makes travel hard. There are now no flights out of the dinky little town where I grew up, so it's either a 7 hour bus ride (ugh) or find a ride with someone. I'm already worrying about transport at Xmas.
I don't know if anyone needs a distraction, but the San Francisco Opera is holding their annual costume sale online. They're not cheap, but they are amazing: [link]
If you need help on January 20th, remember that Canadians did try to burn down the White House once, and we'd be happy to smoke Trump out for you.
Sue, that is a very generous offer; thank you. I find I quite like James A. Corey's suggestion that we could wipe out the national debt by raffling tickets to frogmarch the Cheeto Vulgarian out, at $100 a pop, though given the tweets from Whole Man Disposal Services the non-sick members of the Secret Service may have arranged for prepaid pickup.
The next time we visited, I tried again, and explained why we shouldn't talk while hugging. These weren't long hugs, where you finally have to say something -- just a mere few seconds. She still talked.
No hugs for you, mom.
The couple of times I've seen my dad* in person in the past couple of months, he always goes in for a hug, and I always have to step back and say "You work in a grocery store! Which is your choice, but it makes you a no-hug person."
*Remember the whole deal with my dad having hallucinations and whatnot? He told me yesterday that he hasn't had one in 2 or 3 weeks, so it seems that it was the Ambien that was making him see people. I'm SO relieved! Also, we were talking about a Covid vaccine, and how it'll no doubt be rolled out in tiers, like to healthcare professionals before anyone else, and he piped up, in a really chipper tone of voice, with "And then high-risk people...and there's nobody higher-risk than me!" So he's got a pretty good grasp on reality right now, and a pretty good attitude about it, too, so that's good. (Although we have not and will not discuss the election, because my blood pressure can't take it.)
has willpower for approximately 10 seconds, clicks the link
Your willpower may be in luck because it looks mostly sold out now, which is wasn't this AM.
I find I quite like James A. Corey's suggestion that we could wipe out the national debt by raffling tickets to frogmarch the Cheeto Vulgarian out, at $100 a pop, though given the tweets from Whole Man Disposal Services the non-sick members of the Secret Service may have arranged for prepaid pickup.
It's a good idea.
I felt a nudge in the Amy/Aimee Force.
What's up, party people?!!?
I find I quite like James A. Corey's suggestion that we could wipe out the national debt by raffling tickets to frogmarch the Cheeto Vulgarian out, at $100 a pop, though given the tweets from Whole Man Disposal Services the non-sick members of the Secret Service may have arranged for prepaid pickup.
It's a good idea.
I'd pay more to watch that than I paid for Hamilton tickets!
