Club PA Newsletter #74 (Patreon)

Holy SHIT did I ever cut my hand.  I shuddered just typing the words connected to the memory.  Now, I can look down at it, a mostly healed but permanent ditch on the back of one of my favorite fingers, and say…  you know what, yeah.  Maybe I learned it the hard way.  But knives are sharp.  

That's the wisdom I'm going to carry forward.  I wrote about it on the site a bit, but prioritizing cleaning in the middle of all that was… odd, as was the portion afterward where I seemed to find everything much funnier than it was.  The first time I laughed was when Brenna asked me if I wanted to go to Minor Emergency.  I'm not taking up any space at Minor Emergency, both because I don't want to be a drain on essential resources but also because a hospital is the last fucking place I want to be around right now.

But hey, we're still out here doing our stuff.  Working either from home or in the safest way possible, running half shifts to minimize exposure, protocols in place for safety, and professional  weekly cleanings.  To the extent that we must endure an Apocalypse, I can think of nobody better to endure it with, either within the confines of this precious Club or at Penny Arcade itself.  It is a really scary time, straight up.  I don't see any reason to deny that, least of all here.  It seems like there is always a terrifying new number to consider.  It is our greatest honor to offer something like stability to the people who count on us.  I feel compelled, strongly compelled, to carve out one tiny piece of this shit that isn't completely nuts.