I worked my first night shift in a couple of months last night, and consequently I woke up mid-afternoon after six hours kip, feeling tired and disorientated, and with a dull migraine that was almost certainly caused by the spring sunshine attempting to burn it’s way through my bedroom’s blackout blinds.
So, right now I’m sitting in front of my computer, drinking my third cup of coffee and contemplating ordering myself a pink mohair cardigan in the mid-season sale. No, really. And considering that I did actually pick up a pair of flared jeans last week these are strange times – at least fashion-wise, for an old man like me.
Anyway, the fashion strangeness continues:
Korea Herald » Dress like a poet, express inner identity and stay on trend
“A quiet, introspective mood is reshaping fashion. Dubbed “poetcore,” the trend channels the romantic sensibility of writers into understated silhouettes… is extending literary influence beyond bookshelves and into wardrobes.“
Yes, ‘poetcore’ is apparently a thing.
And this:
FEMA Official Claims He Sometimes Spontaneously Teleports, Including Once Directly to a Waffle House 50 Miles Away
“I ended up at a Waffle House, like, 50 miles away from where I was.”
Strange times indeed.