Watson Neith

This is your last day to change your registration in Washington, or drop off your ballot at the post office if you cannot get to a ballot drop-box.

Election Day is November 3! Have a plan to vote? 🗳️ 📬 Ballots are arriving in mailboxes. ✅ Register or update your info online by Oct. 26. 📍 Return your ballot to an official drop box by 8 PM on Nov. 3. 🔎 Track your ballot at VoteWA.gov. Make your voice heard this election.

Can't let this go yet: October 26 is the last day to register or update your registration with any name change, change of address, etc., if you live in Washington State. Do you want help reminding your neighbors about this? Let me know and I'll get you the script I've been sharing with mine.

Can't let this go yet: October 26 is the last day to register or update your registration with any name change, change of address, etc., if you live in Washington State. Do you want help reminding your neighbors about this? Let me know and I'll get you the script I've been sharing with mine.

My ballot arrived yesterday and I voted and dropped it off this morning. Highly encourage doing this so you feel productive in a satisfying way on the weekend.

If you are a Washington state voter, the last day to register or update your registration ahead of the Nov. 3 election is OCTOBER 26. VoteWA.gov is your portal for changing/updating your voter info.

Taking parallel reading to a new challenge level

I have some artwork in a group show down in Georgetown, starting Oct. 3. What art? Uh, I forgot to take pictures. So it's a surprise for you and, by the time the show closes, possibly also me. I swear I'll get better about that.

A friend very kindly tried to send me a fountain pen ink sample and I am devastated to share with you the beautiful paper towel that came wrapped around the almost empty vial.

Work in progress.

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I have some artwork in a group show down in Georgetown, starting Oct. 3. What art? Uh, I forgot to take pictures. So it's a surprise for you and, by the time the show closes, possibly also me. I swear I'll get better about that.

I am never not going to be mindblown by Josh Johnson's format, but also sometimes I feel like our brains are on the exact same wavelength (only he is funny).

Sometimes a friend and I become mutually reminded that mcsweeney's exists and I swear it leads to calumny every time.

We no longer invite Tabitha over.

Dreamed last night that I made a Venn diagram comparing Schumer and Merz and they both thought it was complimentary. Sometimes I wish I dreamed about my teeth falling out or going out in public naked.

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(busily scheduling emails so it doesn't look like I do my best adulting after midnight)

It's a sad fact but I just shouldn't be trusted around gorilla glue. I can take every precaution, wear latex gloves, and still manage to put a finger in it.

On the bus home tonight I overheard a woman explaining collective bargaining to a child, who caught on immediately, and sometimes the world can be good.

Tonight the moon has decided to hide from me. And not, like, the way you might expect it to during a lunar eclipse.

My feeder, every single winter.

I've signed onto an open letter of authors (and publishers) who support the striking workers of the Cleveland Public Library system. If you're an author or publisher and want to sign on too, there's information about how to do so! Tell your friends, etc. tinyurl.com/cplsolidarity

I love that my notebooks don't have to be comprehensible to anyone else. Baba Yaga, I write. I add a question mark and underline it all significantly. Then I draw a little house with chicken legs. Do I actually explain? I do not.

Delta, presumably: please, Seattle, please spend your money on an international summer vacation. The Irish, presumably: you know it's like 15c and rainy right now, right? The Summerlands, obviously: come child, step into the stone circle and dance among us, never to tire or worry or return...

Ah, the joy of a Seattle morning, roving the streets with an $8 coffee, listening to the bleating of lime scooters as the urban everyperson takes it upon themselves to make sure they're no longer blocking sidewalks, bus stops, and disabled access points.

Two married professors and their son are being held in ICE detention, despite being legal permanent residents and having no criminal records. All, apparently, because their mom/MIL was a translator for the Iranian hostage takers in 1979, before they were even born. www.thenation.com/article/soci...

On this, the most special of days (ok, international left-handers day, which I didn't know was a thing until about three hours ago), one of my parents has finally done it: sent me AI slop. I knew this was coming. I was still not prepared.

At 6:00 AM this morning, I woke to birdsong and sunlight, feeling refreshed, one of my cats nestled against my ribs. And then the other cat leaned over the headboard and puked on my foot. I'm not sure today will recover.

I snapped this photo a few weeks ago and finally got around to looking up the number. It's live. You can leave a voice message. Too millennial for phones, but need to liquidate a certain something? Try webuysouls.com; they're harvesting up and down the coast, I'm sure for good reasons.

I don't understand how my Costco can stock century eggs and moon cakes, but the Mexican foods mostly taste like they were dreamed up during the infamous Great British Bake Off episode.

People outside Seattle keep asking me if I've heard of Jimothy as if Seattle hasn't already adopted him as our mascot for all things civic responsibility.

At the first hint of thunder my cats get up and walk in an orderly, unbothered procession under the bed, with one last glance at me as if to make sure that I know I'm being an idiot for not joining them.

I'm getting more ads like this and some of them aren't even targeted, like the ridiculous taskrabbit one I saw on the lightrail last week.

Me, to my ficus: Oh hey buddy, looks like you'll get some better light if I move you three inches this way. Ficus: J'accuse! Betrayal. I'm going to punish you Me: Your distinct lean tells me you've been craving this light. Ficus: .... (drops a leaf) (drops another) (grows three more)

If you are not already buying into Claire's talk trashing JD Vance's trash book, here is some additional incentive. Let's GOOOOOOO