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Month: January 2018
January 30, 2018
Dress poodle in mortarboard and gown. Velcro his obedience school certificate to him. Station him outside a school alongside one of the sisters of a church. After all, the best way to stop a bad guy with a gun is with a good boy, a very good boy, with a nun.
January 29, 2018
Trivets that whine to let you know the food is hot.
January 28, 2018
Interactive brooch.
January 27, 2018
Cover priviledged white men with Velcro. Add poodles. Damn. Now they have free poodles and you’re all out of Velcro.
January 26, 2018
Rent an AirBNB home. Lay strips of Velcro over each wall. Line walls with poodles. Leave quietly. Write nasty review on AirBNB and get your money back. Break into the house later to retrieve your poodles and Velcro. You’ll need them for tomorrow.
January 25, 2018
Soak two poodles in 100-proof whiskey. Velcro to feet. Booze shoes!
January 24, 2018
Boomerang. Okay, *technically* less a boomerang and more a device wherein you throw a poodle in the air and yank it back to you by pulling the Velcro tethered to its throat. But it comes back every time.
January 23, 2018
New kids game: The Floor is Poodles.
January 22, 2018
Make a circular rig in the following fashion: use a wide, flat, metal container with high walls (such as a large frying pan). Suspend a long strip of Velcro formed in a spiral several centimeters from the pan. Liquefy poodle (works best with a black poodle). Pour it into rig. Place in freezer and allow to harden. When you pull it out, play it on your record player at 45 RPM. Listen and reminisce about how great your dog sounded. Definitely do NOT play at 78 RPM. After all, you’re not some kind of monster.
Women’s March 2018
On the same day when, two years earlier I posted my awakening blog about becoming a feminist, I took part in my second Women’s March in two years. Last year I took the boys to the one in Reno while Ash went to the HUGE one in Washington. This year, Ash marshalled in Reno while I took the boys along with Ash’s mom. It was a great time.
It started with a walk from the car to the Federal Building, just like last year. I mean, exactly like last year. Here’s photographic proof:


Our boys made their own signs (and came up with the slogan for Granny’s sign as well):

We got to the courthouse in plenty of time to see some great signs, and even bump into a few friends:

This was an understatement. And when I say we bumped into friends, I don’t mean adults. My kids bumped into not one, not two, but SIX of their friends throughout the march. I think that says something about the families that my family has become close with.
Anyway, we got to hear the initial speakers just fine despite being far enough away to not see them. Along the way, I got to see some pretty great signs.

One of the highlights of my day was spotting a young lady with a sign and asking to take a picture with her because of the content of our signs. She was happy to. 🙂

Then the march began. I tried to take a few photos of the crowd on either side of me (as I was basically in the middle of it all). Here is the view to the south, the view to the west, and the view to the north:
I felt there were fewer people than last year, mainly bacause last year we were packed so tightly nobody could move at all. Then reports came out that last year we were around 10k people, but this year estimates ranged from 10,000 to 15,000. I think the reason why was actually how well it was organized this year. People had a better understanding of where to start and where to go, and that also allowed them to spread out a bit more. The walkway was larger, giving more room to spread out.
At last we arrived at the main plaza, just past the fantastic whale (which really does look rather nice when the sun catches it just so). I took a picture, but my blog really hates vertical pictures. Anyway, while the main speakers spoke, Granny and L took a trip up the parking deck, so I grabbed this picture of them.

Later I took the littler boys up to the deck to grab my own pictures. Unfortunately by the time I did it, a fair number of people had already left, so the turnout looks much smaller than it was.
ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS:
There was scarcely any counter-protesters to be seen. I saw one sign that said “Women for Trump” with, ostensibly, some women there holding it. I also saw two “All Lives Matter” signs, one of which I sadly believe was brought by a march-supporter (pink hat) who just didn’t get it. I saw no trouble or animosity throughout the entire day.
Rather what I witnessed was strength, empowerment, camaradere, and a group of mostly women who have grown weary of marching for basic human rights (I saw several signs to the tune of “I’ve been holding this sign since the 1960s”). I met a handful of people by name just because we liked each other’s signs, or they were glad I brought kids with me, or hell just because they were standing next to me.
There is a LOT to lose in 2018 and 2020, and this was a reminder that there’s a VAST contingent of people who are going to do everything in their power to not give another inch. It was very wonderful to see.
I sorta hope there isn’t a march in 2018, but if there is, we’ll be there.
OOPS: Edited because I somehow forgot to add my favorite sign, with all due respect to every other sign out there.
January 21, 2018
Patch for your poodle raft. That ought to put off your imminent demise for another hour!
January 20, 2018
Party like it’s 1999. Then stop your Britney Spears CD, turn off the Sopranos, and hike up your jeans over your thong. Come back to reality, clutch your poodle tightly, and Velcro your eyes shut so as not to subject yourself to the pre-apocalyptic hellscape into which our fragile civilization has intractably devolved.
January 19, 2018
Like taxidermy but hate murdering animals? Velcro poodles into a bear shape. Now who’s a brave hunter? You are.
January 18, 2018
Put industrial-strength hair gel in poodle’s hair and mold the hair into moguls. Velcro the tail up at a 35? angle. Start the fleas up at the tip of the tail. Rake in the sponsorship cash for the first ever Flealympics.
January 17, 2018
Enroll poodle in writing classes. Velcro an audio transcriber to its back. Check the recordings every day until you’re ready to write your own calendar.
January 16, 2018
Give the poodle a haircut by pulling strips of Velcro to remove the fur. You can also give the pup a Brazilian this way depending on the strictness of your morals.
January 15, 2018
Velcro voting boundaries to the backs of poodles. Bring about the end of gerrymandering. It’s not going to change the state of racism in America, but it might help.
January 14, 2018
Destroy the incriminating evidence. Plant tons of Velcro in the poodle’s kennel. You’re off scot-free and you’ll save a ton in kibble after the indictments.
January 13, 2018
Feeling homicidal and manic? Boil water, add Velcro and poodle, and steep for ten minutes. Now, didn’t that process help you feel more grounded? Don’t forget to leave your neighbor’s home looking like you were never there.