Prop 8

You are going to get sick of Prop 8 blog posts. They are going to make you want to run far, far away from the Internet. I mean, c'mon, teh gayz marrying? Pff! What's next, gay divorce? That will threaten the divorce of every other American!

Or maybe marriage is absolutely nobody's business. What is marriage? Why do we cling to the tenets of it so much? Is it not a more logical solution to ban marriage entirely as a public institution?

If everyone were recognized by the state in some form of civil union, would that take away the precedence on marriage? Should we leave marriage up to the churches - and let them sort out whether a man can love another man or a woman can love another woman? It'll take the pressure off society.

Frankly, so long as we have a civil institution of marriage, I am 100% unequivocally in support of gay marriage. I think it's a dangerous precedent for the state to decide who we can and can't love, and I think that it does, in some ways, resemble anti-miscegenation laws. There's no slippery slope of people marrying a turtle or Ben Schwartz. Instead, we're stuck with neighbors and friends being vilified because they dared to love someone.

I'm not going to go on too long, but I will leave you with a couple things:

A satirical column I did on banning marriage

My friends staging a protest in Lincoln, NE

Did you know ...

That Obama is an elitist? Oh my god! You didn't hear! He asked for SPICY mustard instead of YELLOW FRENCH'S because he didn't want to eat shitty mustard like a real American!



Let's do a comparison:

America	Obama

Are you scared yet? You should be! That Ivy educated Muslim elitist socialist baby murderer is coming for our shitty condiments! Before you know it, he'll have us all eating mustard before Allah.

No, wait, let's revise that table for what people really mean.

America	Obama

But usually, when I think of our president, I think of this:



And it is all The Onion's fault.

HADRON is our death

So I don't know if you know this, but exporting Flash CS4 is a total pain in the dick. Like seriously, it's a shit stain operation that will put needles in your taint. Fuck it. Fuck it all. After spending a few days making this video, I tried to export it as an MOV file. It rendered like digital cat shit left out in the sun. I spent more and more days trying to make a good export to no avail. Email me at i.am.yaldabaoth@gmail.com and I can get you an unbuggy SWF of this file and you can do whatever the hell you want with it. This was made for one of my other online places, HADRON Watch.



In other news, I attended a great HacDC workshop where I got to do my new favorite activity - dick around with oscillators and other electronic noisemakers. The best was one from Ciat Lonbarde. As those who had seen the site before noted, it looks like a UFO conspiracy blog. So go, check that out. This was the particular one that we played with, among other (non Lonbarde) devices.

Finally, I realized something I didn't want to realize. Take one of my favorite bands, Galaxie 500:



and then look at the Jonas Brothers:



And fucking cry.

Back

Oh Jesus. I'm back. I think. I had forgotten to pay for hosting on the old ShinyBitterPeople.com, and evidentally if you don't do that, they can snatch your domain name too, which is kind of fucked. This also means all the old images hosted on site are gone. Double fucked! But I digress. I also apologize to my mother, who Google stalks me and now has seen me write "fucked" two (now three!) times.

So, the idea of me blogging is probably a terrible one. 1) I'm a horrible human being, 2) I'm not that interesting in my being a dickhole, 3) I will probably forget to post and leave it long, long left for wanting.

What do I even have to say here? Not much. This will be a way to track my (Crappy) artistic endeavors and diversions from my person job. I'm also going to try my damnedest to separate this from my wonderful Tumblr and not that great Twitter.

So, to finish off, here's a video of me playing with a noisemaker I made at a HacDC workshop. It's going to be a long time before I'll be playing "Good Vibrations" to be sure.



Also, mom, I apologize for using the word "Dickhole."