In 2020, We Are All That Lonely Calgary Turkey.
Lovelies! Happy Monday, and happy day…ummm…whatever of this here quarantine. I had my least productive weekend of isolation, and I’m damn proud of it: I watched nearly the entire season of “Too Hot Too Handle” (I’m not a dating show fan generally, but when Friend of the Missive Aaron suggests you watch trashy reality TV knowing you never watch trashy reality TV, and swears it’ll be hilarious yet somehow insightful trashy reality TV, you watch it, enjoy it, and pummel him with live texts about how insane the whole thing is,) baked a loaf of challah and sunk more fully into #carblife, and then sat on an empty Ocean Beach and read an historical horror novel.
The excitement never ends at Chez Amy, let me tell you.
TO THE INTERNET!
Sources tell the NYT that Dropbox paid white hat hackers to find vulnerabilities in Zoom’s software, and then pushed Zoom to fix them.
Speaking of Zoom, there are now virtual nightclubs on the video conference platform and no, I haven’t attended and/or even been invited to one, because that is past my bedtime, I do not go to nightclubs IRL and (checks notes) I am 35-years-old.
Alexandra Petri at WaPo is still just amazing, as she’s shifted to writing SFW sexiness for all of us cooped up: You’re wearing pants? Tell me more.
CALGARY TURKEY WATCH 2020: the turkey wandering about a neighborhood in my hometown is still out and about, and now there is speculation he’s looking for a mate. Thank you Mom of the Missive for the VIP (very intriguing poultry, womp womp) update.
And finally, many thanks to Friend of the Missive Steen (Steeeeeeeen!) for sending in a breakdown of why Who Framed Roger Rabbit was a “a brilliant film.” You didn’t know you needed it… but you needed it, and you need to watch it.
Y’all are great. Be kind to each other, mmmkay?