High Summer, Comin’ Down

More Notes on the Current Crisis and State of the Post-Apocalypse.

As of today, the 30th of July, the quack doctor in charge of maintaining the pandemic panic is encouraging the mandatory use of goggles over the eyes. Although we still see no evidence whatsoever of corona virus even being a pandemic — our homeless and vagrant issues would be halfway solved by now if it was — the Powers That Be are doubling down on a “second wave” of phantom flu cases. In the middle of summer, mind you.

Oh, I could go on. I’ll simply sign off on this with the final stanza from the most necessary poem ever written:

Let boys want pleasure, and men
And the servile to serve a Leader and the dupes
     to be duped.
Yours is not theirs.

 

I wouldn’t be at all surprised to learn there is a COVID-20 around the corner, and it’s the gosh-by-golly worst of the worst, and that’s why we need to cancel Thanksgiving and Christmas. And all the bright-eyed fools — and there’s so many of them, God help us — will eagerly go along.

Whaddya gonna do? For my part, I’ve got to finish this book, pray it gets optioned for film, and look for a place even more remote than where I am now. The fewer people around, the better.

This is the hottest its been since we moved here. Keep in mind I'm at 7,600 feet in elevation.

If nothing else, this has been a breakthrough summer for the last book in my zombie post-apocalypse action-adventure series. I’m now at page 330 and Chapter 29, which is the Fun-and-Games run-up to the Darkest Hour. Once I finish these two critical chapters I’m onto the Vengeance Trail.

I may very well be finished with “Well, this year was a real stinker, but at least I finished writing that darn book.” I have sometimes wondered if there is some deep-seated fear of life without this project in my life that is holding me up. Maybe so. I can see the ending so much more clearly now, though, and I cannot wait to get there.

A final note: I have spent way too much time trying to make this post than I should have. Posting should be as simple as write/format/add images/publish, but nothing works that way with Google Blogger anymore. Imagine formatting for a large font and getting extra-large every time. And then you have to go into HTML mode to fix it, as you must do with all formatting repairs, because Compose mode simply will not do what you ask of it. It was bad enough before with the old interface. The new Blogger is nigh-impossible to work with.

You can’t upload photos direct from your machine anymore, though they still pretend you can by keeping the button there. Every photo has to be uploaded into the Google Photos app and transferred from there. Several times in the course of typing, formatting, re-formatting, and saving this post, I’ve lost entire lines of text. This happened especially with my trying to link to the Robinson Jeffers’ most necessary poem above. Creating a link now nukes the entire line. 

How does one screw something like this up? Don’t they hire the best and brightest there? I have spent a full extra hour writing and re-writing and repairing something that should have taken all of 15 minutes to do.

I see nothing getting better and no way out. I’m going to have to learn WordPress. The next post you see here will likely be the announcement of my quitting this platform. I’ll figure out what I’m going to do when my blood pressure goes down. Stay tuned.