No Thrones. No Crowns. No Kings. →
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
Read the current manifesto. (And the followup.)
Rules: no fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.
On October 18, millions of us are rising again to show the world: America has no kings, and the power belongs to the people.
Sluggish and mechanical appear to be the words for today. The only reason I didn’t sleep past 10:45am is because I had a telephone appointment with an allergy doctor. Things I learned: bee allergies are not hereditary, and they don’t even bother to test you unless you’ve had some sort of atypical adverse reaction to being stung; you typically won’t even have one until at least the second time you’ve been stung. So, no allergy test for me, but then the biggest concern for me was I thought it was a genetic thing. Meanwhile, I’ve so far been unable to make anything to eat; I’ve had tea and a couple of triple-berry Newtons. These two topics are not related, save by being relevant to the same day.