for no reason whatsoever here’s a reminder that if you consider yourself a leftist/punk/abolitionist/anarchist/radical in any sort of way and get called into jury duty, you are to become the most square person on earth during the jury questionnaire!!!
don’t be that guy who says fuck the police in the jury questionnaire! that just gets you sent home! if you want to generate change, interact with the case and use your jury vote for good! ESPECIALLY if it’s a high profile case!
Remember, when you’re on the jury, a good “that cop’s story didn’t add up” will sway a lot more Chads and Karens than “fuck the police.”
I reblogged this without any commentary earlier but all my life I have seen creature artists in sci-fi films battle tooth and nail against the Hollywood marketing definition of what a friendly or cute alien species is allowed to look like and these designs absolutely fly in the face of those standards - even the Prawns in District 9 were pushed more humanoid from their earliest designs, and had to be given big puppy dog eyes to get final approval!
But these are undeniably cute by actual mainstream standards, at least right now in a culture that has at last embraced tardigrades, cephalopods and various crustaceans as charming.
The way you can see all the animals the animators studied - not just relevant invertebrates but pigs, elephants and baby armadillos - is also impressive. They truly put loving, careful thought into forms of cuteness that are not based on kittens or puppies or babies. Finally.
i think it’s fine to attribute some desire to biology, like wanting to have kids. like yeah I’m sure a lot of it is the living creature need to proliferate. it doesn’t bug me. same as acknowledging that love is dopamine or whatever. a cynic saying love is just chemicals in our brains isn’t a gotcha. like ok we as humans were so driven and fascinated by our capacity to love that we found the exact juice that produces that feeling and gave it a name. that’s awesome, actually, i dig that, i love that. with my chemicals.
