No election. Trump will cancel it. I'm reminded of Poe's the Masque of the Red Death.
The red death had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal -- the madness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress, and termination of the disease, were incidents of half an hour.
But Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his crenellated abbeys.
Scoots noooooooooo https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/news/idris-elba-tests-positive-coronavirus-1284878
A time when you were objectively wrong about something
CAL
Elsewhere in college sports
PRO
Do you talk to yourself?
Best APARTMENT you've ever lived in.
The nearest red thing near you kills you; what killed you?
Positive/good activities that you/your family are doing at home now that you've got more time together.
Stock market
Woho - I can't say that I've ever heard of this phrase.
https://twitter.com/anbara_salam/status/1239489588353216512?s=20
As a public service in these stressful times I'd like to offer, as a palate cleanser, the most embarrassing moment of my life.
10ish years ago, my ex bf and I visited a spa in Germany. It's swimsuits in the pool but you have to be naked in the sauna.
Btw I speak no German. 1/
One
You're like a dream come true
Two
Just want to be with you
Three
Girl, it's plain to see
That you're the only one for me
And four
Repeat steps one through three
Five
Make you fall in love with me
If ever I believe my work is done
Then I'll start back at one
No election. Trump will cancel it. I'm reminded of Poe's the Masque of the Red Death.
The red death had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal -- the madness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleeding at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow-men. And the whole seizure, progress, and termination of the disease, were incidents of half an hour.
But Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thousand hale and light-hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his crenellated abbeys.
https://www.poemuseum.org/the-masque-of-the-red-death
St. Patrick's Day
Our Crumbling Democracy
Corona Virus