Disaster movies and disaster rations: A coronavirus food and film pairing
I've twisted myself into a yoga pretzel on Zoom. I've downloaded the meditation apps. I've watched koala bear naps on the San Diego Zoo's koala cam. (OMG, the baby.) All of it has helped soothe my simmering coronanxiety to some degree, though none quite as much as streaming a film festival's worth of disaster flicks and diving into a pile of snacks.
"Armageddon." "The Towering Inferno." "San Andreas." "28 Days Later." If it in some way features the end of humanity - or a piece of humanity - I will watch it. And I will it find it relaxing. Mainly because nothing makes me feel better about my station in life than knowing that at least a bunch of zombies aren't gnawing at my dangling entrails. I'm also a Scorpio and we have dark, dark souls.
Naturally, whenever I watch, I always - always - prepare a plate, since impending doom builds
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