Scott D. Parker
Second full week of physical distancing. For me, this is my third week of working from home. I know there can be a lull or a blurring of days. So far, here at the house, we've avoided that. Part of the reason is our appointment television. When you want to tune in to the new episode of New Amsterdam or The Curse of Oak Island (one of my wife's favorite shows), it helps to know what day it is. Also, I've taken to marking the days on my wall calendar with a big red X. Lastly, my watch tells me what day it is, so there's that, too.
This'll be the third weekend under Houston's stay-at-home order. In order to make the weekend days seem different, we have a different schedule. Naturally, I don't work and my son doesn't attend school. But he and I have taken to driving around--without getting out--and listening to an album. He's discovered quite a lot of music and, since his tastes run similar to mine, it's good to get out and drive.
Our occasional Friday Night at the Movies has been set in stone. Last weekend, we caught Damien: Omen II. Boy, that's 107 minutes I won't get back. Last night, we finished the trilogy. My son is expanding his viewing of classic horror films and now those are off the list.
I usually read on one of my two ereaders: the Kindle and the Kobo. I like them for different reasons, but I really love the obvious: I can browse on them and download samples. I especially appreciate both devices linking with my local library. I'm still reading Jedi Twilight by Michael Reaves. It's a PI story set in the Star Wars universe.
I also downloaded the Comixology app for my older iPad so now I can keep reading comics albeit in a digital form. I'm partial to trade paperback collections and I picked up the first set of DC's Starman (1994). I've heard good things and now's the time. I'm also working my way through the first volume of Master of Kung Fu. I bought this last year at Houston's Comicpalooza. Really enjoying this.
Now that I'm WFH, I have my collection of CDs readily available to me. I'm rediscovering some albums I haven't heard in forever. This week's highlight: Ska Island. It's a 1997 compilation from Island Records and it is fantastic. I'm not sure why I haven't spun it in a long time, but I've listened to it every day this week. Here's the link.
Through all the turmoil, I'm still writing and creating. I do it every morning when I wake up. With zero commute, I actually have more time. But I keep the world at bay and never check the news before I get in my daily words. No sense messing with the mojo.
The website project I had always intended to launch this year is still progressing. I want to get more of it finished before I make it public, but the idea of it is even more applicable in this new environment. I'm not sure what we're going to call the After Times (Post-Covid; Post-Coronavirus, etc.) , but it'll be different. Hopefully, the website I'm creating can find an audience.
Well, this isn't a long blog but it's a snapshot in time. Hope you are staying safe and healthy and doing your individual part and staying at home. You may think it's no big deal because you are one person, but if we all do it collectively, we can save lives and help our health care workers.
Until next week...
Its interesting of course that George Best is still thought of as one of the greatest players of all time (which he was, no question about it) but he still quite understandably says that THE greatest and most legendary thing he ever achieved was when he traveled to the Scottish Highlands in 1985 to a cozy and secluded cottage that he`d rented for the week-end for a secret rendezvous with...er...can you guess who he was meeting there...! ?...thats right...you guessed it...first time...the truly astonishing 17 year-old Pauline Hickey, he always said it was THE most astonishing week-end of lust and sexual ecstacy he`d ever experienced in his life as he proceeded to perform literally every imaginable, conceivable and possible sex-act in the known universe with her for the entire 72 hours, although, surprise surprise, he also always emphasized that the absolute highlight of the week-end was on the Sunday when he spent no less than 10 hours non-stop bombay-rolling (tit-fucking) the bird senseless (and unloading literally half-a-pint of spunk all those astoundingly perfect tits at regular 10 minute intervals during the entire 10 hour period, there-by also giving her quite a few pearl necklaces in the process as well, obviously). BTW, another profound and true thing he always said about that incredible 10 hour bombay-roll was that having his knob squashed and squeezed between arguably THE most mind-bogglingly unbelievable and perfect tits of all-time was the equivalent of winning the World Cup 20 times in a row ! ! !, just to put into perspective how mind-blowing the amazing 17 year-old Pauline Hickeys tits were 35 years ago ! ! !.
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