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I just attempted to post the following comment, in response to the direct question “Do you believe in God?” and was immediately met with a red outline around my comment and ‘you have been banned from posting or commenting for 3 days, community standards, bla bla bla: The universe came to be, in accordance with the laws of physics. We are lucky to exist. Not blessed. Not cursed. There is no God. There never was.
There are no vulgar words. Nothing racist or sexist. There is no threat of violence. And there is no explanation, or process of appeal that I can see.
So, I’m including it in this blog to see if I can sneak it through. It’s my blog, right?

What a happening city this is! Like Prague in that you’re likely to see something artistic and interesting just walking down the street, but maybe even more so. After checking into our hotel and meeting my brother and his family, we had lunch, outdoor, at a Korean restaurant, which was great, took the Metro, visited some of the obligatory tourist sites and along the way saw a troupe of dancers, all dressed in black, a pack of bicyclists, maybe a hundred strong, a bride and her bridesmaids taking photographs, several people in small cars, and when I say small cars I mean they were like toy cars, go-kart size, sitting just a couple inches off the ground and yet using regular public streets.
In the evening, we took in a the Festival of Lights, which is something they occasionally do in Prague as well and I am usually unimpressed, but the light shows we saw were much better than I’ve ever seen in Prague. They made good use of the buildings, it was very slick.
No idea what we’ll do tomorrow.

I could have made lunch today from what was in the fridge, except Isabel said no to an omelette, and very emphatically no to tuna salad sandwiches, so off I trundled to the supermarket. Not my favorite activity, but no big deal. I went in, got some tomatoes, got some ground beef, and made for the checkout line. It was rather a long line. I got to the checkout counter and was paying for my stuff when I realized…I wasn’t wearing a mask.
It wasn’t deliberate, I had the mask in my pocket, I just didn’t think of it when I walked into the store. Since nobody had said anything about it up to that point, it would have been locking the barn door after the horse has bolted, as the saying goes, and there wasn’t much point drawing attention by putting it on there and then, so I just paid, bagged up my stuff and left, rather embarrassed.

I did the same thing a couple of days ago on the tram. I don’t feel too guilty about it. I’ve had the two shots, and so have most other people, and this has to die down some time, so there it is. Instead of feeling like “OMG, I am the worst, most anti-social person in the world” I kind of felt like “Haha, I got away with it.”
I’ll still keep the mask with me wherever I go and put it on when requested, so it’s rather like a condom in that sense. But, also like condoms, it’s much nicer when you can do without.

Facebook has been showing me lots of articles lately about the British Royal family. Usually it’s about Meghan and Harry, but today there was an article about Camilla Parker-Bowles and is she or is she not squabbling with William and Kate about who gets to live in Windsor Castle.
It suddenly struck me, and I’m sure this is not an original observation at all, that they are a lot like the Kardashians, just a posher (more posh? I think posher is correct, grammatically, but more posh sounds more posh) version. They both are totally dysfunctional families, baring a little bit, a tightly controlled and edited bit, of their private lives, just to keep their ratings up and all eyes on them.
I blame ‘The Crown’ for this current upsurge in interest, if that’s what it is. I also blame Facebook if they are targeting me because I watched it. If you want to watch the anti-Crown series, check out The Windsors. The Royals done as farce.
Fucking hysterical.

I was browsing through Facebook this morning, looking for something to write a blog about, and finding very little inspiration – I really don’t care that much about who the next host of Jeopardy is, and (despite a wicked crush on Scarlett Johansson) don’t care about her lawsuit against Disney, either. Doesn’t affect my life one bit. But, while I couldn’t find anything that would justify a whole blog, I did crank out three very short, silly poems, and they’re probably going to all be included in my next book which, although nowhere near completion, is as inevitable as sunrise. So, in the interest of filling this space, here they are:

Having a life you lead online
doesn’t alter your physical space
Your butt is there
deep in your chair
but your mind is all over the place

Like a pleasantly moist morning

in the merry month of May

like the fog that creeps like cat’s feet

across the quiet bay

like the dew upon the flowers

and the petals that it’s kissed

if you go away

you will be mist

When a cow looks in your window

and you’re on the second floor

either smile and say hello

or don’t do LSD no more

(I have no idea why one poem came out single spaced, as I like, and the other two didn’t. Computers fuck with me like that. When we invent artificial intelligence, there’s little doubt in my mind it will be an asshole)

Anyway, that’s my blog for this morning. Have a good day.