And I sincerely hope I die before Alan Moore. I couldn't take it.
And I sincerely hope I die before Alan Moore. I couldn't take it.
Yes. Yes it would. The Moon and the Serpent's Bumper Book of Magic has just come out and it's probably the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Not to mention the fucker has gone and started a series of novels called Long London. I would stick a fucking knitting needle in my eye if he dies. He's the same age as my mum, who is currently dead as fuck.
Your love for Alan Moore is how I first heard of him. Definitely a master storyteller. We sure need all of the people who bring creativity and beauty (even dark thoughts have their own) into this often bland, painful world. I remember being disappointed during covid when so many people had free time and a bit of spare money to spend due to rent moratorium and stimulus checks. I had hoped that people would have been constructive with their time. Create art. Write. Plant a garden. Literally anything constructive to do instead of working. People just drank. Fucked. Spread germs and incredibly stupid ideas. My dreams of a human race free of 40+ hours taken from their lives for miniscule wages was dashed. People without purpose are incapable of finding something on a higher level (art, philosophy, writing, learning for the sake of learning, exploring self-guided interests).
All that to say, we need Moore.
It was a bizarre time. People were dying. I was taking care of my step-dad who had advanced Parkinson's through most of that time. I was ready to bunker down and not let any of us leave the house. My wife felt the absolute need for the kids to see extended family (who didn't mask). Covid made it's rounds throughout the house 2-3 times. I had the joy of having covid myself and taking care of a dying man with covid simultaneously. Had we sent him to the hospital they would gave just let him die alone in some unattended room. I got him through with canned oxygen, keeping him upright with a heating pad on his chest. Oxygen hits every time he got wheezing. Fun times
Masking became (and still is) politically charged. Wear a mask and red-hatted assholes will sneer at you, telling you how 'pointless' masking is-- until you tell them that you are already sick and wearing the mask to *prevent* them from getting sick. Then suddenly it becomes a decent idea.
I had a MUCH higher opinion of people before working with the general public, then also experiencing mass stupidity during a pandemic.
Anon, what are you doing to my board? You're scaring me.
That, my friend, is why I am so visceral and invested in these arguments. It's like a nightmare where I just want to wake people up about what is steam rolling over us and no one wakes. No one realizes. No one cares. Either that or the *want* to watch I t all burn down.
I'm invested because I have kids. Their futures are literally being stolen from them in real time. Anyone who has ever understood even the basics of chess knows that this has been actively planned and all the pieces are moving in for checkmate. We are so fucking close. And there's nowhere to take my children to make them safe.
Having had these discussions I am certain that there will be no reasonable discussion when someone comes pounding on my door.
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