Movie goal.

After looking for my favorite Hulk Smash video earlier today—I watch it for catharsis when I’m really, REALLY mad—I got to wondering how many Marvel movies there have been. Turns out there are 40 so far. FORTY. So I might watch one a week for the next however many weeks, for the heck of it. I’ve seen about ten of them, all about Iron Man, Thor, Captain America, Spiderman, or The Avengers, but I’ve never seen Ant Man, Guardians of the Galaxy, etc. It could be a goal for 2023. I’m going to watch them in story order, not release date order (i.e, Captain America: The First Avenger first, not Iron Man), as I want to move along the timeline of their universe, not Hollywood.

Iron Man is my favorite. I love Tony Stark’s snark. Captain America reminds me too much of my ex-husband, but blond. Same hairstyle, jawline, and profile. Iron Man’s attitude reminds me a little of an ex-boyfriend, too. Hmm, two strikes. Maybe the next one will be Thor.

I don’t know why I fell out of watching them. My tastes run toward horror and art-house/indie films, but I always got a kick out of superhero movies. It springs from watching Flash Gordon as a kid—the black-and-white ones from the mid-1950s with Steve Holland that ran on PBS on Friday nights in the 1970s. I used to watch them with my father, who was a Flash Gordon fan going back to the 1930s and Buster Crabbe. Maybe I’ll see if I can find all of those to watch, too.

Hey, the D.C. area is supposed to get a fair amount of snow this winter. Gotta have something to go with the cocoa.

This year’s holiday wallpaper.

Here’s this year’s holiday wallpaper on my laptop.

I got it at Desktop Nexus, a site that that consists of user-submitted wallpapers. It violates every copyright law in the book, but I engage in the moral turpitude of getting my wallpapers there. Sometimes I also use the images for my Facebook banner. And my personal diary on the very old and very outdated Diaryland. I don’t upload anything there, though. My hypocrisy only goes so far.

Hard to believe I signed up there 12 years ago. I can’t remember how I found it. It might have been just a simple search for a wallpaper site. At the time I had been dating someone for a few years, and we were in that old-shoe stage where two people can sit next to each other on a sofa and goof around on separate computers. He would tool around on message boards and I would show him cool bird pictures on Desktop Nexus.

Weird, the things you associate with one another.

I would link to my profile but it has the same name as my defunct domain, the one that is now Japanese porn. I logged in and saw that the domain had expired four years ago, and that my last entry was January 22, 2017. Oops.

It’s a bummer though, because for a while there, every time that name appeared in a search engine, the account or website affiliated with it was mine, as it was a made-up word like “zenzalei.” I won’t make that mistake again, boy howdy. Sheesh!

Exposed.

Did you know the CDC has a calculator that tells you what steps to take when you’re
exposed to COVID?  Now you do.

And so do I. One of my cubemates tested positive this morning. He thinks he picked it up over the weekend, but in my opinion, he probably picked it up sooner. It really depends on the variant, but a lot of them don’t show up on a test that quickly. It’s usually five days.

Well, we were both in on Friday and talked a bit, so I consider myself exposed. I feel fine and have had five COVID vaccines, including the bivalent in September, but I went to the CDC website to figure out what I should do because people, have you ever Googled “exposed to covid what to do no symptoms?” So much conflicting guidance. I’m not talking about woo-mongering antivax sites, either. I’m talking about university medical center sites, health systems sites, WebMD (hey, don’t knock it, I used to freelance for them and can tell you the citations requirements are onerous, to say the least), and mainstream media.

I’m following the CDC guidance, which says I should get tested on Thursday, and then again on Saturday. It also says I should mask up in public through Sunday, but as I am sick to death of masking and the weather is largely going to be lousy until Monday, I am staying home barring grocery/CVS/testing runs until then. (“Oh, no! Not the briar patch!” cried the introvert.)

This does throw a wrench into a bunch of plans, but I really don’t want to spread this around and ruin anyone’s holidays should I be infected.

At the risk of tempting fate, as I mentioned in another entry, I have managed to avoid getting it so far. Or, I have managed to avoid it as far as I know, as any time I’ve had even the slightest symptoms, I’ve tested negative. It’s strange, given that I take public transportation and Metro is a Petri dish, but there it is. There are studies to suggest that people who eat a plant-based diet are less likely to contract the virus and less likely to get severe symptoms if they do contract it, regardless of vaccination status. I’d been a pescatarian since 2009, until about a month ago when I went largely vegan, barring mistakes, ignorance, and oddball circumstances. (Never would have thought some brands of plain ol’ vegetable soup use eggs or milk?) I hope I can keep my streak going.

I will say this, because it’s my blog and I can, but no one will ever convince me that this whole pandemic isn’t a direct result of humanity’s exploitation of animals as commodities. I sincerely believe that there would be a LOT more vegetarians and vegans if people only saw the absolutely filthy and abhorrent conditions the animals they eat are born into, live short miserable lives in, and die in. Hint: You wouldn’t be too healthy if you had to stand in one place all day long, shoulder-to-shoulder with your neighbor, sleep on feces- and urine-covere concrete or wire, and eat food with feces, urine, blood, dirt, feathers, and other debris in it, all while being shot up with hormones and fed a diet designed to make you as huge as possible, right? Well, that’s what factory farming is. Never mind cruelty and the environment. Animal farming is just plain dirty and gross, and pathogens love dirty and gross, like the obscenely filthy wet market where the coronavirus that gave us COVID jumped from animal to humans. Hard pass.

Plus, when your baking is vegan, you can lick the spoon and not have to worry about salmonella. It’s the little things.