Plague Diary

A 2318-post collection

More Idiocy From Admin

We need food. It's that simple. One of the reasons why there's so little pasta or flour on the shelves is the supply chain is broken thanks to the plague. The other reason, I just learned is because some idiots in charge are still selling water to the highest bidder thus causing aussie farmers to be unable to farm. [TIL FML]

Hope you like almonds, because foreign almond growers are the only ones growing crops any more. Between them and the firkin fizzy drink makers, capitalism is literally draining this country dry. Something drastic needs to change, for reals.

Australia needs water to grow food.

I'm not part of the market of the almond-growers. Coconuts are a more water-sensible crop for flour and milk alternatives. I'm trying to keep my almond consumption down. However, I am just one drop in the international bucket.

Tomorrow is Friday and I think I have an episode of Inter-Mission due and honestly, time has lost all meaning to me. I check every Friday and the forces of inertia have been acting against me filling out the buffer properly. I can try doing that... later. The buffer exists for crises like this one.

This one counts as a mental crisis. I'm going to do my absolute best to get something done to fill out the buffer, but... the whole "feign death" portion of the mental shambles I'm living in has got me deep in the fog. I can barely keep it together long enough to do a daily tale.

It feels to me like these blog entries are just a thousand ways of saying "shit's fucked lmao" sometimes.

Shit's fucked. F.

Struggling a Little

Let's make this clear. I am not struggling economically. I finally have enough in the bank that I don't fret about how long it will last. Add to that the fact that Centrelink has granted me $750 to help deal with the crisis economically. Where I'm struggling is mentally.

I can't fight a virus. I can't run away from it. With 'fight' and 'flight' blocked, the brain has reverted to "feign death" - aka wanting to sleep entirely through the crisis. It's

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Attempting to Grind

Grinding is no fun. Putting my usual output into the wild has become a grind more than once. I don't have a lot to put on Patreon, so I'm going to look at freezing payments until I have a lot to share. It's possible. Toasty does it on the regular.

I did some poking around, and it's in (surprise) the Settings area. Therefore May will be free and possibly June if I feel that inadequate by then. Very possibly also June because

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Indulgence, Sadness, and Nonsense

Tim Brooke-Taylor, one of the three Goodies and an essential part of my childhood, has succumbed to Covid-19. I can only hope that his passing was free of suffering.

So many people are losing friends and family and I'm here mourning a man I've never met. Similar things are happening all over the internet. People we've only known in memes are passing on and the news is being attached to those memes.

There's mass graves in New York, the supply chain is

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Erastide! Happy Chocolate Day!

Dawn is spreading over the countryside and, were it not for the heinous fuckshittery on the news, I could believe that peace on earth and goodwill towards fellow humans might be possible.

But this morning of the hope of rebirth and renewal, we have:

  • The Muppet claiming that a virus cannot be defeated by antibiotics. When the whole world knows that antibiotics only work against bacteria.
  • The Muppet fixating on his TV ratings rather than anything related to combatting the plague sweeping
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What. The Actual. Fuck!

Just when you thought it was safe to re-enter the world (with adequate protection and social distancing)... Just when the good news of the flattening curve or a light at the end of the crisis tunnel is starting to dawn...

The fuckshit blooms like a god-damned FUNGUS.

For once, this is not an action by the Muppet, but an alleged doctor who recommends breathing in nebulised hydrogen peroxide to treat "viral respiratory illnesses". [ Source ]. Sure. Breathe in aerosolized motherfucking BLEACH to rid

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Good Friday

I have learned that the absolute worst time to go shopping for Erastide Chocolate is the day before Good Friday. The shops are not restocking that BS.

I didn't get anyone outside the home any chocolate. I hope the surrounding family forgives me, but I had limited time and I had to see to my family first.

My masks' filter is only good for an hour and a half, so my Plague-specific protection routine goes:

  1. Start timer that's set for 1 hour
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Nope, the world is still crabonkers

I checked the news this morning and... a shopper attempted to gouge out a shop staffperson's eyes for not letting them in. There are occupancy limits EVERYWHERE. Folks need to learn how to chill.

I also need to do some shopping before everything closes for Erastide. Chocolate for the family, cord for the masks we're making, coffee for my own sanity, and any little Erastide treats I can actually find after I unfuck my house.

I have actually started things in motion

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Winding Down?

Optimists are saying we might be free of lockdown procedures as early as May.

When the dust finally clears, epidemiologists will be comparing the Covid-19 spread in the USA versus how it hit in South Korea. Both countries got the virus on the very same day, but both nations had very different policies with how to deal with it.

S. Korea locked down instantly, put all possible effort into manufacturing PPE and making certain there were enough medical facilities to go around.

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Deep breaths...

Mayhem has the sniffles and a cough. He's pretty sure it's not the Plague, but he's staying home anyway. Best to keep one's virii to oneself.

If I want to make more masks, I'm going to need more cord. Mayhem's going to need his if the seasonal sniffles continues to persist.

For my mental health, today, I am not getting involved in any Covid news. I'm at my capacity. I can't look at the latest piles of idiocy without breaking my heart.

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Really Late Start

I'm still alive, dear readers. Not yet fucked, or so I hope. Beloved and I have been making sneezeguard masks so that we don't accidentally spread anything to anyone else.

If you cough or sneeze, and go outside, you should wear one of these - it's just good manners.

A step-by-step version with our adjustments will be up on my foodie blog in due course. But we need to go out and get cordage for the ear pieces. I have enough for

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Further and further into the weeds...

Officials are telling us to act as if we're already sick. The USA is ordering body bags instead of ventilators. Of course the idiots in charge over there are proposing "biggest disaster first" spot-treating the outbreaks.

There's increasing evidence that wearing masks will curb the spread if everyone wears a mask when they go out and they use all the other social distancing protocols.

People who are looking after the sick are dying. Elon Musk bought a bunch of CPAP machines and

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I might be fucked, IDK

My headache got so excruciating during yesterday that I took the ibuprofen-paracetamol combo and now I'm SUPER paranoid about whether or not I or anyone in the family could be infected.

Worse news - the cyclone headache is edging back into my awareness.

If I hold out for as long as possible and keep my distance from everyone in the world and be paranoid about avoiding outside contact, I might be able to avoid the Plague. I hope. I pray.

I really

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Ow... Ow... Ow... Ffffuuuuu...

I have a cyclone headache, and I can't use ibuprofen to defeat it because use of that increases my risk of catching The Plague.

Paracetamol does nothing, alas. I need the combo of paracetamol and ibuprofen to kill this cyclone headache of mine. Boo.

The sun's come up, and my alarm's gone off, so I need to feed the cats, feed my sourdough starters, and clean out the litterbox in the catio.

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Fun was had

...video should be edited, but right now I feel about as creative as a shred of cardboard. I can write maybe one or two sentences in anything I want to write.

I want to experience something new, but I don't want to start on anything. It's like I'm circling some kind of drain and I don't know how to get myself out of it.

Got any suggestions for sweet-happy cheer-up material that's minimal effort? I kind'a need it.

They're cracking down on

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