the zappy slog

So I paid, a lot, for yet another "package" of electrolysis sessions. It should be enough to see me well into 2022; the last I paid was at the start of '19. I've been doing some mental arithmetic about the attrition rates of hair and counting the nasty bristles under my chin. It's actually not unreasonable to hope that this could be the last one I need. Please?

And speaking of Mz. Zappy and her preoccupations, she asked me something like, "How's Seattle doing?"
Uh oh. This again. I asked her what she meant. Something something "CHOP and all that."
"The CHOP was six blocks. Seattle is over a hundred square miles*. [My neighborhood] is as [my neighborhood] ever was."
So she moves on to the homeless people. I patiently explain to her that the residential real estate market in Seattle is bonkers, and that about the only new units that are getting built are luxury condos that are actively replacing the very buildings that Seattle's poorest people used to live in. I must admit a debt to the Proprietress for cluing me into the rapid disappearance of SOH — single occupancy housing — in Seattle due to redevelopment gentrification.
This shuts her up. For now.

Should I be grateful that I didn't have to whip out Greg Doucette's Twitter thread of hundreds of police brutality videos, thereby burning time that I'd paid for? I'm not grateful. And the sooner she kills my damn hairs the better.

Seriously, what do we do about the propaganda situation other than what I'm actually doing? I truly believe lies that people enjoy hearing to be the root of all evil. And what I'm doing to combat them doesn't scale.

Speaking of the city of Seattle, I got a little letter from them today informing me that my son got photographed running a stoplight again. Goddamn that kid and his young man fee fees.

And I just discovered that I lost an earring. Screw this.



*OK, that includes a lot of water area, but even the dry land is over 50 square miles.