#100WW — Rush Hour

George stood in the middle of the road, but there were no cars anywhere. It was the evening rush hour, or at least what had traditionally been rush hour before the pandemic.

The president had embraced something called “herd immunity,” which occurs when a large part of the population becomes immune to a specific disease, either through vaccination or previous infections. But he hadn’t anticipated that the virus would mutate, making reinfection not only possible, but likely. Nor did he understand how long it would take to develop a safe and effective vaccine.

Now almost no one was left.

(99 words)


Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt. Photo credit: Bikurgurl.

Why I Hate the Block Editor

Yeah, I know. Another whiney post about the block editor. But I still hate it and I hate the fact that WordPress is trying to force it down our throats.

Look, I’m not a professional blogger. I don’t run a business and I’m not trying to make any money with my blog. Blogging for me is a hobby, a pastime. So I don’t need a bunch of fancy bells and whistles, many of which in the block editor seem to be geared toward commercial blogs. I just need a straightforward word processor-like editor and a way to insert photos/images into my posts.

I don’t claim to be perspicacious or to have any unique insights into what drives the decision-makers at WordPress. And I may possess some unorthodox perspectives about blogging, but I’ve been a blogger since 2005 and I feel like I know a little bit about what makes blogging enjoyable.

The block editor does not make blogging enjoyable. It’s not at all intuitive and it’s unnecessarily complicated for a casual blogger like me. And because my iPhone is my device of choice for my blog, there’s limited real estate on the relatively small iPhone screen (versus on a laptop) to make using the block editor feasible.

I’m even considering spending $1,100+ to upgrade to the newly announced iPhone 12 Pro Max solely because its screen size is 6.7” versus my three-year-old iPhone 8 Plus, which has a 5.5” screen size. And the only reason to do that would be to see if the block editor is more feasible to use on a 6.7” screen than on the 5.5” one on a device that currently works fine. That’s crazy, right?


Written for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (professional), Word of the Day (hobby), Your Daily Word Prompt (perspicacious), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (unorthodox).

Curiouser and Curiouser

Rory, aka A Guy Called Bloke, is a very curious fellow and he asks a lot of curious questions. In his latest bit of curiosity, he asks…

What happens after my life ends?

This is an interesting question, indeed, because, as Rory points out, one could interpret this question to be “what happens to me after my life ends?” Or it could be that he’s just curious about what we think happens after our death in the more global sense.

Specifically, Rory wonders “Is there life after death on any level?” and “What will life be like after your death?”

Alrighty, then. Let me start out by saying that I do not believe that there is life after death…on any level. So my answer to what happens to me after my life ends is simple. Nothing. Once I’m dead, I’m be dead, fini, kaput, gone. I will have no consciousness. I will cease to exist in any form whatsoever.

But in the broader sense, what happens after my life ends is that the world will continue to spin on its axis and life will continue to go on for everyone else who is lucky enough not to have had their lives end. Maybe a few of them will mourn me and even miss me, but for the most part, my death will barely cause a ripple and, save for a few family members, will largely go unnoticed.

So, for everyone else but me, as The Beatles so aptly put it:

Ob la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra
La-la, how the life goes on
Ob-la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra
La-la, how the life goes on

 

MLMM Photo Challenge — Thriller

PPO ppmThriller“What are you doing?” Cheryl asked her boyfriend, Josh.

“I’m practicing,” Josh answered.

“Practicing what?”

“Thriller.”

“Thriller? What are you talking about?”

“My sister’s wedding,” Josh answered.

“I still don’t understand.”

“Her wedding is on Halloween night, so all of the extended family members are getting together and we’re going to surprise her at the reception by getting out on the dance floor and dancing the choreography to Michael Jackson’s song, Thriller.”

“Oh that is so cool!” Cheryl said. “Can I join in? After all, I’m your girlfriend.”

“Sure,” Josh said, “but you have to learn the steps.”

“Show me,” Cheryl demanded.

“Okay stand like this, with your feet apart, your knees bent, and your hands up over your head, as if you’re a zombie.”

Standing next to Josh, Cheryl mimicked his stance. “Like this?” she asked.

“Perfect,” Josh said. “You’re a natural.”


Written for this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Google.

One-Liner Wednesday — Herd Immunity

“Never in the history of public health has herd immunity been used as a strategy for responding to an outbreak.”

The head of the World Health Organization, Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus

Despite the fact that top infectious-disease experts around the world, including the head of the WHO, say the idea of a herd immunity strategy for combating COVID-19 is unworkable and far too dangerous, proponents pushing to allow the coronavirus to circulate freely among healthy young people until herd immunity is reached have found a receptive audience inside the Trump White House.

Donald Trump is killing America. Literally.


Written for Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday prompt.