Meta Mayhem

Maintaining and keeping a self-hosted blog humming along is work, man!

People underestimate the tedium involved. Actually, I’m afraid people don’t think about it, nor care, but it’s gratifying as one such blogger to believe maybe people think about it. The nature of a blogger is to harness and conceal that raging ego that causes one to indulge in such a recursive activity to begin with. This schtick is no walk in the park and “tragic dog video” requires serious investment of time and energy. It’s not all about the fame and glory. No one sees the sweat, toil and tears. In fact, I don’t either.

One of the more difficult blog tasks, for me, is “categories” maintenance. As I’ve written, blogging is not new to me and the blog task I’ve never fussed over is the categorization tool. I’m not a “categorizer” type and I’ve run a blog or two in which every post was literally “uncategorized.” It wasn’t until my last blog that I gave categories a try. Even then, it was a half-hearted and unserious attempt. I’ve decided with “tragic dog video” to continue using categories in the same half-hearted and unserious manner.

As I’m not a “categorizer,” I prefer not to exert much brainpower on the practice. I don’t give thought to which “bucket” my posts fall in, but I refuse to use more than category per post. Most posts can fit into multiple categories, but since I refuse to think about that, they go into one only ’round these parts. If you’re looking at me to agonize over how many of multiple categories I should put an ambiguous post in, good luck, enjoy your wait. I choose a category, usually quickly without deliberation and in it goes. I assign categories based on instinct, not on pensiveness.

Since this blog is new, I’m still creating categories on an ongoing basis, but occasionally a new one comes to mind after a unique post subject that begs a freshly made category.

Is there a more fitting story to test my categorization apathy than this putrid little tale of pandemic oblivion?

This COVID super-spreader event embodies the very spirit of 2020; a vile year that battered our virtue and strivings, leaving us with the year 2021 and its promise of vaccines and Biden to “look forward” to.

Who said things can only get better?

At least 44 emergency staff members at Kaiser Permanente in San Jose tested positive for COVID-19 within the past week, according to the hospital, and on Sunday it was confirmed one of those workers had died.

According to the statement released by Kaiser on Sunday, an employee working in the emergency department on Christmas Day died as a result of complications from COVID-19.

Employees at Kaiser confirmed that the woman who died was a registration clerk in the emergency department. Her co-workers described her as an “absolutely wonderful woman.”

The hospital is investigating whether an incident in which a staff member appeared briefly in the emergency department on Christmas Day wearing an air-powered costume with a fan may have led to air droplets being spread around the hospital.

“Using our infection proven protocols, we are investigating the outbreak and using contact tracing to personally notify and test any staff or patients who were exposed during this time period based on CDC and public health guidelines,” a spokesperson said in a statement.

The hospital says it will no longer allow air-powered costumes at any facilities.

Kaiser said the employee wearing the costume did not have symptoms at the time, and was only trying to lift spirits during a stressful time.

Walking around in a contraption that mechanically blows air out in a hospital setting (circa 2020) with COVID-19 patients seems a little like tempting fate, perhaps? Did they check common sense in at the front desk? I’m pleased to note the hospital instituted a new policy that prevents such a practice. Can’t get one past them.

I can picture this benevolent soul prancing around in a mechanized air-blown costume happily satisfied that he or she is making the world a lighter, nicer place for people stuck in a hospital during the holidays. I’m envisioning a cumbersome dorky costume whose forced air apparatus was busy whirring and spewing Coronavirus SARS-2 particles all over, down the halls, into the rooms. Probably the 1.1.7 mutation, hence the plentiful spread. There is some conjecture this was the guilty costume, a fact which lends this story heaps of extra bold, dark humor that I can’t even fathom.

The events of these events in San Jose sound like one of those softly spoken, soul-crushing Coen brothers movies. The darkly goofy train wreck transcends our sense of justice. This post might belong in my Gallows Humor category, but it can be so much more. Maybe it warrants a new category unto itself, like “No Good Deed Goes Unpunished” or maybe “The Road to Hell Is Paved With Good Intentions.” So many options. Too many. As I scroll through my ridiculous list of blog categories, if I was a pondering man, I would be riddled with indecision. What do I do?

Holiday cheer

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