Hey do y'all fucks remember two years ago when just before the election all these “don’t vote both parties are bad” or “vote independent!” Posts were going around and then Trump won and now two weeks before midterms there’s all these “don’t bother voting, revolution is the only way!” And “your vote isn’t gonna matter and is an ineffective way to protest” posts are going around? Yeah knock that shit right the fuck off, don’t fall for it and get your ass to the polls, we are not doing this again.
“I know voting can be a pain in the ass, so just pretend like, if you don’t vote, children will be ripped from the arms of a parent who crawled across a desert to give them a better life and put in cages.” (Laurie Kilmartin)
Hey all. I’m sorry to spam you with non-comic stuff. I try not to do this too routinely, but sometimes I can’t not.
Shelter Friends works very hard to network and get cats and dogs out of the municipal animal control shelter here. They work so hard, in fact, they’ve effectively turned this former high kill rate shelter into a no-kill shelter for the past 5 years running. Unfortunately, adoptions have been very slow this season, nearby rescues have issued an intake freeze, and these two beautiful cats might fall victim to the situation on October 30th. They’re on the euthanasia list. It’s rather an emergency.
- Bronte (top) is a shy, sweet adult female who loooves meal time. Here’s a video of her.
- Charlie (bottom) is a bit of both worlds - he’s got some loner edge, but he can be the very affectionate life of the party when he feels like it too. A video of him being very lovey.
Both are FeLV/FIV negative and up to date on shots. Neither seem to be super-fans of other cats (no attacking - just hissing and hiding), but a noisy, chaotic shelter is the least ideal place to see a cat’s real personality shine, so there’s every chance they’d adjust and thrive in a moderately quiet home with other animals.
In the town I live in, there’s only one place to get the state-required voter ID. It’s way out beyond the end of the bus line, and its hours are inconvenient and unpredictable. Also, the IDs cost like $30; the people who passed the voter ID law obviously didn’t think that was a budget-breaker for anyone who MATTERED.
If you have difficulty getting a voter ID, here are some thoughts:
- Contact a church. (I wish I could say contact ANY church, but to be honest, if you look unconventional, and you don’t know which churches in your town are the progressive ones, look for a Unitarian church. I suspect most synagogues would be more helpful than most evangelical churches, but I don’t know that from personal experience.)
When I was a church secretary, if someone had called and said, “I want to register to vote, but I don’t have a car and I don’t have $30 for an ID,” I’m pretty sure our entire governing board would have been lining up to help you out.
In this part of the country, nuns are a good bet, too.
- Contact the local Democratic Party office.
- Contact a YMCA or a YWCA. Did you know that fighting racism is actually part of the Y’s charter? Pretty sure somebody in that office will be able to help you get the ID you need to register.
- Go to your town’s website and look for a pro-diversity organization – a Multicultural Awareness Center, something like that. Give them a call.
- Call your library reference desk and ask if they know of anyone who could help.
I don’t actually think this would help, but it would be interesting: Call the local office of your senators and your representative, and ask if they can help you get a voter ID. At least it might be entertaining to hear them sputter.
Last night I was sitting on my couch, fondly thinking about *Mamma Mia 2: Here We Go Again*, as one does. I have to do 24 minutes of physical therapy exercises every day, which I hate it and put off until the last possible moment every night. It’s fucked, because I know I have to do them, and repeating these little micro movements will slowly, eventually build up my muscles’ strength against dysfunction. I’ll see results in this lifetime, *maybe*.
It sucks—it really sucks, and there’s nothing I can do but do it. The one thing that helps is putting on a playlist, laying down, and pumping out some clamshells to “Andante, Andante.” I had the music on and was mentally gearing up/procrastinating by playing with makeup at [redacted for shame] p.m., when I had an epiphany: the palette in my hand was the eyeshadow equivalent of *[Mamma Mia 2: Here We Go Again](https://www.glamour.com/about/mamma-mia)* (*MM2: HWGA* for short). I held it tighter.
The palette in question was [Huda Beauty’s Precious Stones Obsessions Eyeshadow Palette](https://www.sephora.com/product/obsessions-gemstone-eyeshadow-palette-P45188659){: rel=nofollow} in Emerald ($27). I used to be as over palettes as anyone could be, thanks to the dated idea drilled into my head that you can either wear colorful shadow or [dark lipstick](https://www.glamour.com/story/best-burgundy-lipstick), but never, ever both, or else the sun won’t rise and the crops will die. But these days, times are changing. I’m doing what I want more, and really owning the *“I am the captain now”* philosophy, because sure as shit no one else is taking charge. Both in my life, and in the larger cultural powers that be.
Donna was a sovereign nation unto herself. She was independent. She did what she wanted. That moment when Hugh Skinner (young Pierce Brosnan) looked at the turquoise dress and said it’d look good on her, before she popped out in overalls, thumbs stuck in her pockets, and joked wow, he didn’t really know her at all. It made my heart swell how well she knew herself, and *to the left* anyone who’s not here for it.
It’s also a ready-made Halloween look. I’m probably going to order overalls next week, and so is everyone else—according to Pinterest, saves for [costumes inspired by *MM2: HWGA*](https://www.glamour.com/gallery/halloween-costume-ideas-2018) have gone up 1,636 percent year over year.
Looking at the palm-sized Huda Emerald palette, it’s exactly on point for it. Happy, yet with dimension. They’re the kind of bubbly, fun, fearless colors that Donna’s style vibed with, while channeling the ‘70s love for sparkle and color. The foil-finish spearmint, the seafoam (s/o to the dress though, it was pretty), the forest greens, the yellowy grass tones, the blue-green jewel options. They’d make Donna proud.
Below, the palette and a few runner-up options for the same feeling.
I drew this poster for Jon Acuffand his FINISH book tour. Big thanks to Jon for this collaboration, his book has some great ideas about how to complete creative and life goals.
Love this, but reblogging it specifically for “Get rid of secret rules.” That’s one of the most amazing illustrations—and points—I’ve ever seen.
so important especially for perfectionists who procrastinate and never finish, or even start because they set such high standards for themselves.
I am Remi, and I’m a 10-year-old Career Change Pointer who is looking for a loving retirement home! My friends at Pointer Rescue, Organization say I have so much love and life to give, they will do EVERYTHING POSSIBLE to find me my perfect family! #sograteful
I’m in a foster home in New York, and my foster family says I am BY FAR the one of their easiest fosters ever. #truth
I’m only 43 pounds, and I love to curl up on my people’s laps, and snuggle with other dogs, too. #friends4ever
Not enough? I’m crate trained, polite on leash, and amazing in the car. I love kids of all ages and so far get along with the mysterious feline in my foster home. #catsareinteresting
If you think your place has “Remi Retirement Paradise” written all over it, just email my friends at pro_adoptions@yahoo.com. #hurry
