The first book I plan to read for the R.I.P. XV challenge is Heart-Shaped Box. It’s been on my list for a really long time. I’ve heard good things. I have high hopes.
Aging, self-absorbed rock star Judas Coyne has a thing for the macabre — his collection includes sketches from infamous serial killer John Wayne Gacy, a trepanned skull from the 16th century, a used hangman’s noose, Aleister Crowley’s childhood chessboard, etc. — so when his assistant tells him about a ghost for sale on an online auction site, he immediately puts in a bid and purchases it.
It’s not too late to join in. Just pick some books or movies and use the hashtags you see below when talking about them on Twitter and Instagram (#PERILREADERS, #RIPXV).
These are strange, strange times. I feel the need to document some of it because heck, did we ever think something like this would actually happen? Sure, we’ve READ about it, but even now, it’s happening and it still feels utterly surreal.
The other day while driving to work, there was a bus full of people wearing masks. It was a strange sight. Something you see elsewhere but not here. Plus, my drive to work that morning had me sharing the road with just a handful of drivers. The the lack of traffic was enjoyable but also strange.
Today, is my first day working from home. It’s been too crazy at work to even consider it before today but yesterday, there were only about ten people I could see on a large university campus and again, it was strange.
I see social distancing, but I also see loads of kids playing with each other at the park. I also see large groups gathering for coffee. The stores are a challenge. I mean, at some point you have to go into one and then you encounter more people.
Restaurants are closed to dining in. Gyms are closed. Libraries are closed. So glad I can utilize Overdrive. Dental appointments made six months ago cancelled. One good thing, Netflix Party.
The daughter is upstairs doing her classes online. I am downstairs working and there is an ethernet cable hanging down from the loft to my computer. It’s all so strange.