Superheroes and Other Stuff

Why do superheroes wear capes? Don’t they get in the way, snag on furniture, make it easy for any rando to trip you up—just grab a wad of fabric and tug.

Reading a book now that reminds me, more than little bit, of that teevee show The Boys. I caught a few episodes of it but it was too gorily violent and real (in its depiction of ugly and grossly abusive misogyny). Me dislike a violent sci-fi show? I know that’s hard to believe given my love of the Terminator and Alien franchises. What can I say, I like level playing fields and a bit of humor with my we’re-all-gonna-die dramatics. That’s why Jen, Oni and I are now rewatching Eureka during teatime.

The book? Soon I Will Be Invincible by Austin Grossman. So far, so good.
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I worked out an exercise schedule that will move me forward AND, at the same time, not leave me in gasping pain the next day. Every other day I'll take a long, for me, walk. On non-walk days I'll do 15 to 20 minutes on the elliptical. This isn’t rocket surgery and yet I continue to overdo and then need a couple days to recover. What am I currently doing? Walking and ellipticalling on the same day.

Sheesh! Bad Donna!

I realize that much of my problem is based on the weather and not wanting to mallwalk. Why am I skirting mallwalks? Apart from the trashy window displays at the South Shore Plaza, it’s the spine rattlingly painful car ride there and back over pothole riddled roads.

Whine, snivel, kvetch.
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Any time I venture onto the dying bird app, I find I that I spend more time muting and/or blocking trolls than reading witty, insightful tweets. The asswipes aren’t flying their ugly, hateful, willfully ignorant comments on my posts but, ya know, I don’t need their fecal brained spewings cluttering up my feed.

Why do I bother with Eloi’s banjaxed bird at all? There are people I enjoy who still post there. I like Post but not everyone has moved over there. Some may be on Mastodon but I don’t visit that site often—it’s just not as user friendly as Post.

There’s some new site—can’t recall the name now. Squidly? Squeeze? Hell-Serpents-R-Us? Dunno. I’m tempted to check it out but, seriously now, I spend more than enough time on social media—time better spent reading, doodling, doing my motherfucking tax prep and renewing my damn passport.

Jesus Christ almighty, what a time waster! It’s incredible that my mind hasn’t turned into a jar of spent blueberry jelly by now.