And then I got another tumblr email that some mystery post had been flagged.
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And then I got another tumblr email that some mystery post had been flagged.
Friends be like, hey I know you just came out after 20 years in the closet, Saturday is your first Pride (we'll gladly join you) and you're desperately trying to make friends with other local LGBT+ while also recovering from a stress disorder and trying to get your work life and art back on track, and we know we're not the best with calendars
But do you want to watch Endgame on Friday?
When I made my previous art post I got an email warning me a recent post had been flagged - but that post wasn't showing flags. That was stressful. I wake up to the post being flagged sometimes during the night, so it missed being seen after debuting. That's exactly what I thought they were fucking doing. Just get some consistency.
Tumblr app just disconnects more and more frequently for me. My likes don't stick, I'll be trying to write a comment and it won't post; notes not loading on posts, can only scroll the dashboard so far. It's always done this but now it happens rapidly after restarting the app.
My actual connection is fine and my phone has free RAM.
My greatest worry about this porn exodus 2018 is how bad the tumblr robot is at telling pornography from video game interior design. And that I don't get notified when my shit is flagged.
[Text of Tweet: George Takei: If you are turned away at the polls because your name is not on the register, don’t walk away. Say this: I REQUEST A PROVISIONAL BALLOT AS REQUIRED BY LAW.
Don’t let them steal your vote]
Additional info:
“Provisional Ballot Laws are laws that require a provisional ballot upon verficiation of the idenity of the voter if a voter fails to present proper identification at the polls or when registering before voter registration deadlines.”
More here on national provisional ballot laws
Copied from facebook (source: John Young)
Poll worker here! Let’s talk about this “I DEMAND A PROVISIONAL BALLOT AS PROVIDED BY LAW” thing.
== TL:DR; Yes, provisional ballots are important! And yes, you should absolutely ask for one if you need to. But there’s a couple of things to try first. A provisional ballot is a last resort. ==
It’s very common for voters to come up to the “check-in” desk, and not be found in the poll book. Some non-nefarious reasons why that might be the case:
1) The poll worker doesn’t understand how to spell your name. 2) You’re not in the right precinct (this happens ALLLL the time) 3) New married name? 4) You’re a college student, and you are registered, but you’re registered at home.
Here’s my recommendation for what to do: * Make sure the poll worker is looking in the right spot (the book will be right in front of you; you can help find your name.) * Mention your home address to the poll worker. THey may very well immediately say something like “Oh! Yes, you should be voting in the cafeteria. Here in the GYM, we are your next precinct over.” * Ask politely to speak to someone to verify your status with the county. They will get on the phone with county folks, who will look you up in their BIG COMPUTER.
The steps above will, eight times out of ten, change you from the scary status of “Huh? you don’t exist!” to “Oh, right! Okay, here you go, voter!”
If that doesn’t work, ask firmly and politely for a provisional ballot. If you say “AS PROVIDED BY LAWWWWW”, you will only get an eye-roll from a tired and hungry poll-worker. But hey, you do you – it really IS the law.
If you don’t get satisfaction, all is not lost. Step outside the precinct and call the ACLU, and they will send someone over to have some FIRM WORDS with the Judge of Elections.
How do I know? I’ve had ACLU lawyers sent to talk to me during an election: “Hey, we heard that you were turning voters away!” they said.
I wasn’t, but I DID NOT MIND having someone smart and informed come to check on what was up. The ACLU counsel was smart, engaged, and knew the rules. Had I been trying some crap, this person would have SHUT. IT. DOWN.
So, the BOTTOM bottom line is: 1) Provisional ballots are a last resort. You can read up on them; they’re definitely riskier than a full, “real” ballot. You want to vote at your proper precinct as your first choice. 2) Don’t panic if you’re not in the book. Are you in the right place? 3) If you decide you do need a provisional, be firm, polite, and persistent. There’s no “secret phrase” that’s going to make us poll workers hiss with dismay: “CURSESSSSSSS! They know about the provisionalssssss!” 4) But do stick up for yourself! And if you don’t get what you want, call it in! There’s LOTS of folks to help!
Please vote ---b
Please don’t reblog this but, apparently one of the reasons the whole thing soured at the last place was them having to interact with the state over me
which means I’m mad at the wrong people, sort of
But also my one FREE LAWYER card is my work union so if I have a case against their neglect...
How should I put this
- In an attempt to worry less about what other people think of me, I have purchased a vibrator
- You can't buy happiness, but a vibrator definitely helps
- Self improvement is masturbation. I don't know if the reverse is true, but I still bought that vibrator
At any rate, spending money on myself was good.
He actually replied to my scathing email and I don't want to read it.
omg so yesterday i put a salt line on the pathway to our front door because i was fucking around and my brother was pretending to be a demon
and today we ordered pizza and the salt line was still there
and my brother went outside to sign for the pizza
and the pizzaman refused to step over the salt line, like he almost did and then he backed up and handed my bro the pizza and left; which is pretty ridiculous because it’s far from our door
so a heads up to everyone i’m pretty sure domino’s is actually run by demons??? kind of like how in men in black the post office is run by aliens
demono
((”Not just pizza”))
((”but eternal damnation”))
Alternate theory: It wasn’t that the pizza guy couldn’t cross the line of salt himself.
He just saw the line of salt and assumed that it was the only thing keeping you and your brother in, and he didn’t want nothing to do with your demon asses
Alternate alternate theory: pizza man is a slug.
Shit, I’ve done this and it worked, twice. The first time a delivery person, the second against someone who was causing me distress. Or they were slugs. Either way… salt.
It's company policy, because their boss' boss' boss is a demon from the 1%, modern evil. A delivery man is technically invited, right, so that sort of charm would not ordinarily stop him.
Fox news just @ me next time
Reblog if you are an alpha woman who are unable to love, you support alpha women who are unable to love, or you just laughed really hard at the article title
I'd love to love an alpha woman unable to love while being an alpha woman unable to love because that sounds like an experience full of success, understanding and reciprocating.
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The people at this gay bar are very straight presenting what do I do
Conversational notes in my activity, why
During a conversation with my manager this morning, she mentioned that her manager– the district manager– had told her that “We want people who are passionate about our products. We don’t want people working here if they’re doing it for the money.”
To which the manager (internally, because she doesn’t want to be fired), went “you’ve got to be fucking shitting me.”
Here’s the thing: it is totally possible to do a job for the passion and not be obsessively thinking about the money every minute of every day. In fact, there have been economic studies regarding that very thing.
You know when it starts?
When the employee in question is making $50-75k per year.*
That’s the starting point of financial security. That’s the point when you’re fairly secure that you’re going to have rent, food, and basic living expenses covered.
I’ve worked a lot of jobs over the years. A lot. I saw the same working as a freelancer– when I charged lower rates, my clients treated me like shit and acted like they were doing me a favor; when I charged more, they respected me as a professional. A newspaper that started out paying me above market wage also treated me very kindly, because they started with the assumption that I was a human being who needs to eat.
In my experience, the employers that insist that your job be your “passion” are also the ones that pay you nothing and treat you like garbage. It’s exactly like abusive people, who tell you that you would put up with their abuse if you “loved them enough”. It’s a way of convincing the victim that they’re responsible for their own mistreatment, which is absolutely fucked up.
Here’s my advice to you:
It is absolutely okay to take a job that doesn’t pay you what you deserve– you’ve got to eat, after all. But don’t think for a second that you have a responsibility to that job. If you see something available that pays better and treats you better, take it and don’t look back. Don’t waste an ounce of sympathy for employers who try to convince you that passion is an acceptable substitute for survival.
Feck
I’m getting rid of all my miniature terrain mats, any of my European followers want it?
Kinda don’t want to post it on the art blog
I’m living in a budget right now. $11 is Iike 50 packs of ramen.
This was free. Now is a real good time for free fruit.
There were people digging through the garbage behind the supermarket, and I was a few metres away picking apples off the ground, under our tree which is about to fall over from apples. Wish I had had a chance to tell them.