I got my vote by mail ballot on Thursday and I fully expected myself to procrastinate because screwing around is my default setting. I had visions of screaming down to the post office at midnight, November 3 to cram my ballot into the mailbox only to find out they were all mysteriously “out of order.”
Imagine then how very pleased I was to wrap it up last night. Boom kazoom. I had run across a number of tensely worded articles about people having problems with their ballot and mailing it in and I was concerned. Would I be able to pass this test? Pffft. Nothing to it. The ballot is exactly the same format we always use and the envelope to mail it back just requires you to sign and date it. I’ve had a harder time filling in the membership for sex clubs. Our old friend the crazy monkey on crack could probably handle it.
The races were the usual tussle over spending more money for stuff. That’s my digest of them anyway. It’s San Francisco, we almost always pass any request for more money. Our city and county budgeting process is basically “Sure, what the hell.” I was heartened to see in the state Senate race one of the candidates was named Starchild. I find San Francisco’s oddball ways endearing and have been saddened to see them slowly fading over the years I’ve lived here. So running across some old hippie, probably Radical Faerie gunning for state office lightened my mood.
Saki, of course, insisted on participating. The ballot was 3 long, double sided pages and I was plowing through them when he wandered over to see what I was so interested in that wasn’t him. He immediately cast his vote by sticking his paw on some lady named Alida in the Board of Education race. I explained it was important to make informed decisions even on races I didn’t give a fuck about, but he stuck by his girl Alida. Eventually I voted for her, mostly cause I didn’t know anything of the other candidates and was unwilling to investigate because I wanted to get to bed.
Guys who get my vote
What is it like ot go through life looking this bee-yooo-tiful?
Part 86 of our ongoing series “Is that Your Tanline or a Birthmark?”
I don’t know what got his applause, but I’m for it too.
I sort of think I have featured this guy recently, but who’s complaining?
The always charming Buck Hayes of Colt Studios, aka Rex Morgan
Our usual present for our friend Mikey from Chaturbate. He likes ’em thuggific.