Tag: masks

Say, who wasn’t that masked man?

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Some faces should be covered.

The fully vaccinated no longer need to mask up when they’re out walking, running, hiking, or biking, according to the Centers for Disease Control.

However, if you’re out robbing banks, knocking over liquor stores, or burgling the homes of absent walkers, runners, hikers, or bikers, it’s probably still a good idea to keep your mug covered, regardless of your vaccination status.

You might just get your shots without the fuss of making an appointment, of course. But then life is full of risks, no?

Pup fiction

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Anxiety dreams last night: I was walking the earth, like Caine in “Kung Fu,” hoofing it from place to place, meeting people, and getting in adventures.

And everywhere I went nobody was wearing a mask.

I was outraged, weaving through the shambling hordes of brain-dead booger-bags as though they were zombie cowboys bent on nativist misbehavior, until I realized that I was likewise unmasked, with my ugly mug hanging out in the wind.

No doubt any competent brain mechanic could make sense of this. I’m guessing it means that deep down I think we’re all in the shit together. Just another kernel panic in MeatWorld™.

Probably didn’t help that I saw a bunch of maskless wanderers on my bike ride yesterday. Or that the guv’nah gave New Mexicans another dressing-down for spreading El Buggo® like honey on a sopaipilla. We are not yet in the actual shit, she sez to us she sez, but we are certainly circling the bowl.

I’m doing my part, boss. Staying home except for grocery shopping and exercise. Washing my paws. And wearing my mask.

Whenever I’m awake, that is. Who doesn’t dream about not wearing a mask?