| After the National Guardsperson scanned my QR code, my drivers license, and asked me my birthday then read the legal liability disclaimer and I was next in line for a shot Earthgirl said for the fourth time today, seventh time two day total, I am utterly fascinated by this, and I agreed, planning, coordination, an efficiently tight operation after nine months of zoom meetings with bosses who were idiots before the plague, it… |
| National Guardspersons herding people through an amusement park’s giant parking lot of a cornfield maze of orange cones in freezing rain, the abandoned rides in the distance this weekend’s second finest metaphor abounding, the finest that neither me or Earthgirl could get a decent photo |
| When I go self-swab two times a week at Illhoptay signage warning me not to take photos everywhere, on Saturday at Six Flags I didn’t think to take photos and I looked Sunday for posted no photo signs and saw none, looked at the paperwork handed me, not a word about photos, I know Illhoptay a private business but I am telling you three times: Last Weekend in My Trained Complicity |
| Alternative theory not in opposition: we hike, we shop, we go to work in car or house, this felt like a freaking vacation, the first fucking unique, as in haven’t done *that* before day since how many months, years, before the plague? |
| Kettling and retraining reminds me of my kettling and retraining |
