Caturday week/weekend wrap-up. YOU’RE WELCOME.
Scott Walker’s policies have not only increased teacher retirements, but also made the schools more expensive to run; Heckuva job, Turdwaffle! Beyond that, his discriminatory and anti-American Voter ID law, is required to provide free IDs for anyone who requests one at a DMV office; however, a DMV administrator issued instructions to all employees that they are not to offer the information that free IDs are available, but only if the customer asks. Otherwise, it costs 38 dollars, constituting a de facto poll tax. IANAL, but How is that not unconstitutional and illegal?
When a DMV employee sent an email to all he knew spreading the word and asking them to let everyone know that the IDs were free, he was fired.
So, you know, FUCK YOU TURDWAFFLE. FUCK YOU AND ALL YOUR MINDLESS SOCIOPATHIC GOONS USING THOSE METAL STANCHIONS IN THE DMV QUEUING LINES.
I am almost to the point that I will support a Republican for president if he just moves Imperial Walker into whatever kind of unfathomable horror of an administration he/she/it/Voldemort establishes, just to get the cross-eyed ideological rat-monkey out of the state, like we did with Thompson.
Ahem. On to kitteh pictures.
Schrodinger cat gets braver:
And Catsper the Ghost is not very good at climbing her pole, yet:
Last week, a good friend who now lives in Arizona came into town for our party, which was seriously awesome. And Tuesday night, we went to Linnemann’s to see Sigmund Snopek play. The show was very casual, Sig uses it to work up material for paying shows, and he played a lot of our old favorites, although the mixing board psychotic episode during “Kali Kala” was a bit disappointing. After bar time, we went to Sig’s apartment, played with his kitties, and listened to musical sketches of his orchestral piece Laketones, Legends, and Landmarks while following the printed score (which, of course, was next to useless for me):
We got back to our place quite late, or maybe pretty early on Wednesday, and I was not very functional when I got up. But we got M. off to the Airport, and by Thursday I was feeling better, and even found a check in the office mailbox.
Here’s a picture of Snopek and George doing San Francisco Radio, off the first Snopek band album Thinking Out Loud (one of my favorites, sorry about cropping out the opening section):
And finally, the Friday Night college drunk crowd were friendly and left us this:
I hope their parents are proud of them.
While typing this crap, I am watching Dead-Alive, and the guy is now punching out the zombie baby in the park. While fucking hilarious, I am also appalled at the zombigotry.