Off to wash her hands. Get a look at that claw. Fucking savages, nay even wolves are tidier eaters.
At 4;31 she must have had one heinous tic, because she edited something out there. The way her hand is waving and twitching when she comes back is the giveaway; that's one of her tic moves...
She is getting annoyed that people have been "keeping tabs" on how often she goes out for groceries, and rolls her eyes irritably at them. She then goes on to say her family decided to get grandma her food every two weeks to cut down on exposure time. Somehow, this does not translate into the notion that the beast might only shop every two weeks for
herself to limit exposure.
She
had to go shopping again. She had no choice. The cats were out of crunchies, so she
had to go. That was brave of her; what could cats do without crunchies?
In fact she got tons of stuff for the cats. Lotsa treats for BBJ!!! And, as an aside, "more than enough food", which suggests she might have tomorrow covered. She says she'll have to stock the new fridge "when she moves", another unavoidable trip to the market still long (ten days?) in the future...
As she heaps the last of the ranch on her plate, she assures us this is her one and only meal of the day. She is a dainty gorl, it seems. She then swallows a spoonful of the stuff.
"Honestly?" she says after stuffing her mouth, "I hear angels now..." Memo to Clotso: that usually means you are dying.
"I was very careful" she says, about the store. "Weren't we?" she says to no one. Meanwhile she is slobbering food all over herself, her hands are filthy and there is sauce on her arms, she has food on her clothing and all over her tabletop. She looks very "careful", sure...
She blathers about washing her hands.
Portrait of a Careful Woman Eating (2020)
Our culinary expert is not even sure what she is eating. "Must be a pepper or something..."
She goes into a weird environmental rant because there is a bird singing (it wasn't an angel after all) Pollution has vanished, so the birds sing again (I presume that no birds sing in April in Canada? Can't be that she's a pompous ass, can it?) "That just proves what a disease we are on this world" she says chortling, very pleased with herself for her cynical remark.
Clotso will never understand this, but she is a walking environmental catastrophe. She eats four times as many animals as a normal woman. She leaves an oversized carbon footprint for her reliance on food deliveries, midnight runs, fast food, and probably wasting utilities at home. Her ignorance of her own stupid wastefulness is easily one of the aspects of her I find most annoying, but there are too many aspects to count, really.
No sooner did she make her quip about humans being a disease on the planet, she made this very
punchable lovable face:
And then this one:
"What do diseases do?" she asks rhetorically, like she's talking to idiots. "They destroy" You fucking munchkins are so stupid, you get it now? Isn't she cool for being so edgy?
The philosopher queen looks like this as she savors making such an intellectual point. Doesn't she just ooze wisdom and
logos?:
She then drinks from a plastic water bottle.
She never actually mentions moving until 11:30, well past halfway in. Her helper friend bailed on her because of deadly virus, so Chantal says she will be staying in "until I need to move", which completely does not address the point she just made about her friend. Chantal paints herself as the hero. It was
she who said "it's better off if you just stay home", even though she seems kind of eye-rolly and peeved a bit about it. "She has kids and stuff", and we all know how Chantal is a lover and protector of children.
After protecting her "friend" from the deadly virus, she found some movers who can help (apparently, it is OK if the
movers die; she is worried about her friend's children) Lazy sacks of shit Chantal and Peetz will wait outside while they bring the shit in. "It's shust the schmart shing tchoo do", she says, her mouth stuffed with food.
Her mom is also probably going to
get infected help.
"No hugs" she says, with a phony sad face.
She waxes enthusiastic about the "Auntie Passtie" bar. Whenever she thinks of going to the store, she thinks of the salad bar (smart move in a pandemic! At least we know she's lying)
For some weird reason, after this she gets silent and looks depressed. "So..." she says, looking strangely world-weary and depressed, "I'm getting pretty excited", she says dully. "Little sad" she admits, "more excited" she adds, the philosopher queen returning.
She finally addresses Peetz at 15:12.
Lucky Peetz gets to see this every day!
"There won't be the same affection" she admits. But since he is her "best friend" they will be hanging out together and doing things together, like playing Nintendo. "It's gonna be fun", she says without conviction.
Oh, by the way, totally slipped her mind. Tomorrow is her CT scan (in the middle of the death virus?) So, she will have to go out tomorrow. I daresay that at least since the virus scare started, she has been going out and mingling in society a lot more than she used to! Good for her!
"I'll go out, get that done, and go home" she says with a resolute, no-nonsense shake of her head. No way she'll stop for fast food; she knows what she must do... However, she looks annoyed and peeved about it; it is the same look she has when she promises a diet right before a massive binge.
She will be screened at the door. Heheh, let's see if she passes.
She will get the CT on her chest "to find out...uh...what's going on...with that thing..." She sure takes zero interest in her own medical condition.
She says farewell, and doesn't even look one smidgen crazy when she does it:
results of the CT will be serious & THAT will set off the chimpout.
