i went with “yellow journalism"

damn. damn

they just said “don’t leave me hanging”, please help me. all i can think of is “the color of the night”, which is good, not bad

out of tin foil, but this could be a good time for cardboard box flaps!

at that point the heat shuts off and the house gets very cold. my numb, gigantic nose can't properly sense its surroundings so it accidentally bumps into objects.
"why am i crying? because i nearly broke my nose, and it's so cold. let's try the towel again."

i think there are only 2 paths forward

i set the thermostat to 65. or let's just admit it, i set it at 66. it's the age of adaptive leisure. the heat kicks on, for a bit. we have pretty good heat.

but then, the sunlight moves across the wall, toward the stat. when it hits, the reading moves, quickly readjusting to 77, or 78, 79.

having exhausted all options, by which i mean the Towel Option, i am now resigned to my reality, which is that the heat is set at 63 through the night, which is nice because i like to bury myself in covers. but in the morning, my giant nose gets cold on the tips, and i move toward the thermostat

i know what you're saying - why don't you just drape a kitchen towel over it, keeping the thermostat in the shade? HA! you think that's not the first thing we would all do, of course i've tried that.

from my perspective, covid-centric, of course, it's a combination of 1) most people are exhausted of hearing about it, 2) those who didn't lose anyone feel like they spent enough time thinking about it, and 3) forgetting is a blessing of sorts

he was spinning his wheels in those years. but then, he fucked around found out, we loved to see it. *vigorous head nods*

awesome! certainly doesn't bother me, and it's clear you put a ton of effort into these, thank you!

"I use a dongle on my wires," man, read yourself out loud