This is exactly, but EXACTLY how my day has gone. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VnT7pT6zCcA
My favorite story about him is his sneaking in at night to carve his name and “Did This” across the Pieta’s chest-strap. Il Divino knew how to handle the haters.
Bloody release day nerves, exposed to raw air. I am so a-twitch even a run hasn’t settled anything.
We are never going to make any progress until addressing the bad behavior of these narcissistic, classist, privileged assholes involves real, meaningful financial and social costs to said assholes.
I am so, so tired of these toothless “apologies” being lauded as some kind of progress. No. Hit these companies/institutions right where they live—in the pocketbook—instead.
Take your apology, add a year’s salary adjusted for inflation for every year since you wronged that person, and pay tf up.
And yes, Bach is always pulling for you, while Mozart is trying to trap, trip, flimflam, and bamboozle. I like stuffy old Johann S. better.
It’s not a pea-souper or a Jack the Ripper fog, but it’s still nice. Winter has arrived; Chez Saintcrow is cosy and pleased.
I write books. All the time. I can't stop. Definitely not Loki in disguise, of course not, how could you think that.