Unclebaldrick
Well-Known Member
As long as I can have a limo and my orange hair.
Let it be written that this is clearly a think piece about life and love during the time of plague.
It could be so much worse.
Anybody with a clue could have seen it coming.
In a way it is kind of fun, if you can detach it from the underlying awfulness of it all. The dice are rolling, society is transformed, maybe. People are baking bread and shit.
It cost me $17 and change to fill my tank.
I work with a group of people that are, for the most part, some of the better people I have had the pleasure to work with. Every day we invade each others' social spaces, cough, sneeze and fart in a common space. Maybe it is ten percent of the sort of camaraderie of the sort our fore fathers experienced 80 years ago, but it still significant in a modern world that often lacks the personal connection. I'll take it. Sharing a common goal is pretty rare these days.
Let it be written that this is clearly a think piece about life and love during the time of plague.
It could be so much worse.
Anybody with a clue could have seen it coming.
In a way it is kind of fun, if you can detach it from the underlying awfulness of it all. The dice are rolling, society is transformed, maybe. People are baking bread and shit.
It cost me $17 and change to fill my tank.
I work with a group of people that are, for the most part, some of the better people I have had the pleasure to work with. Every day we invade each others' social spaces, cough, sneeze and fart in a common space. Maybe it is ten percent of the sort of camaraderie of the sort our fore fathers experienced 80 years ago, but it still significant in a modern world that often lacks the personal connection. I'll take it. Sharing a common goal is pretty rare these days.
