My second blogaversary passed on the 16th!
I’m always so damned inconsiderate. Not only did I forget — I didn’t even get me anything. What an ass.
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My second blogaversary passed on the 16th!
I’m always so damned inconsiderate. Not only did I forget — I didn’t even get me anything. What an ass.
Byrne and Eno1 have a forthcoming release, Everything That Happens Will Happen Today.
Get a nice little taste of it right now…
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1. David and Brian, respectively.
Harrold Independent School District in (of course) Texas has OKed teachers and staff bringing firearms to school.
This festering stupidity begins and ends with David Thweatt (the district’s superintendent), it seems, who offers up these statements as evidence of his own severe retardation:
He said the district’s lone campus sits 500 feet from heavily trafficked U.S. 287, which could make it a target.
Right. Placement near a highway — not, mind you, an actual interstate — makes schools vulnerable to attack. Somehow. Maybe by deranged long-haul produce truckers?
The fact that it hasn’t happened yet seems not to faze our man:
When the federal government started making schools gun-free zones, that’s when all of these shootings started.
Which is actually an outright lie. Attacks on schools are considerably fewer now than they were in, say, the early 20th century — before schools were no-gun zones. And is anyone stupid enough to genuinely believe that a student bentt on violence won’t actually end up using a staff member’s piece to make it happen?
And before you even try it: The US is not like Israel, so we don’t want to emulate them in terms of arming teachers; any other equally stupid “argument” in favor of guns in school will be summarily deleted from the comments.
Larry King, fifteen, was shot quite dead at school last year by a classmate who didn’t like to face the reality that King was gay.
Rather than put the blame where it belongs — on his murderer — King’s parents are suing his school because administrators “permitted” him to show up in drag.
Of course, if the administrators had not done so, they’d’ve been sued by the ACLU.
The fault for King’s death is immediately on the shoulders of his killer, Brandon McInerney. In a broader sense it’s on those who believe bigotry, homophobia and weasel phrases such as “hate the sin, love the sinner” are acceptable. Thus, in addition to McInerney, I blame Fred Phelps, James Dobson, Jim Hartline and every other hateful, twisted wretch that gives courage to the troglodytes among us.
This might include King’s own parents, who very clearly didn’t understand their son. At all.
n.b.: This is a long post on graphic design, typography and commercial art. It is full of images. Peruse if you wish, but don’t bill me for the bandwidth suckage, or any other suckage you may encounter. Caveat lector.
I take a relatively unorthodox approach to graphic design, it seems. Relatively in the sense that what I do is atypical for healthcare marketing, but actually somewhat passé in the larger world of commercial art.
Vogue in graphics seems to be tribal designs (à la intricate aboriginal tattoo art) and really exquisite, though to my eye cluttered, cursive script with lovely roundy swoopy flourishes. While this stuff is pretty, it tends sometimes to the too-symmetrical for my taste (I prefer the tension that follows classic Rule of Thirds placement), and often seems to occupy the entire visual frame (I’m a big believer in negative space, particularly where display ads in publications are concerned — a quarter-page ad in a cluttered newspaper or magazine that’s at least half whitespace is a hell of an eye-catcher, not the least because there’s lots of room for the visuals to breathe, and it brings the focus to the crucial content).
I haven’t imported that vogue into the stuff I do professionally, but I also haven’t made much use of the trends in healthcare marketing graphics, which seem to be a bit sterile.
Remember when Windows NT 4 debuted? It came with some low-key, grey-blue themes that seemed very modern and business-professional, quite unlike the gaudy choices available under Win95, and I don’t think I was the only NT sysadmin who adopted the battleship-at-midnight motifs available.
But hey, that was 1996, and things progressed since then. Right?
Riiiiiiight.
Healthcare graphic vogue seems to be a kind of extension of the decade-old NT4 trend. Colors seem to largely be muted, cooler pastels; and fonts are typically ultra-crisp, ultra-clean sans-serifs set in sizes that are too large at 12 points. Lines and borders tend to be smaller than one point, and gradients, if they’re used at all, are muted and heavily reduced.
I’ve made use of that a bit, actually, with an ad that I developed a couple years ago now but still recycle, because it’s so damn clean:

Ha, well, compare that with the ad placed, in the same publication, by MedCath, the hospital consortium that’s got a project under construction nearby. (They’re not really worrying anyone here; as a for-profit hospital, and one that offers considerably fewer services than ours, with a third of the beds, well, they’re just not exactly competition. Particularly if you’re not rich, or don’t have insurance.) The quality here isn’t ideal; this is a scan.
Unnamed airlines, according to the VFW, are charging troops extra fees for the baggage they check — as they’re going off to war.
This raises two questions:
You’d think there would be a little more patriotism and class amongst our air carriers — but their anonymity in this case, coupled with the way Cheney et. al. have very carefully kept awareness of our two-front war from the minds of most Americans, make it unsurprising that such thoughtless behavior is going on.
Unsurprising, but still entirely disgusting.
Meanwhile a recent congressional report reveals that American corporate welfare is still going strong, even though we can’t afford national health insurance. Nearly two-thirds of US businesses are not paying income tax, and a little more than that percentage in foreign-owned businesses are also dodging their fare share.
With the crushing war debts imposed upon our grandchildren by the worst shitbag administration in US history, with infrastructure collapsing, with education being tossed out the window — still, we aren’t taxing the wealthy.
Perhaps the second amendment is a good thing after all.
This is beyond tasteless, but what can we expect from the wide-eyed chinchilla-buggerers at Peta?

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to eat an entire fucking cow.
06 Aug 2008 at 23:36
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Ford POS with rusted-out body, gas-heavy exhaust mix and a misfiring cylinder rolled up to the local convenience store. Three beer-bellied bearded men in jeans and a white trash woman piled out.

On the passenger side door was the blazon, Western Conservative Alliance.
This is what we’re up against. This is the base that got Bush elected. This is the caliber of person who fears immigrants, queers and a black president.
Get off your fucking, blog-reading ass and vote Obama, even if you don’t believe in him (I don’t). Or else these shitbrains win.
It’s that simple. Get it?
McCain, for wanting to increase offshore drilling in Florida, or Obama, for wanting to send out a $1,000-per-taxpayer “emergency” rebate check?
Offshore drilling isn’t going to lower fuel costs in the short term. Reining in speculators might help. Oh, and not wasting petroleum to fuel ground and air assault vehicles in the name of pressing a pointless, endless war.
Contrarily, the Bush “stimulus”, an echo of what he did in 2001, was a shoddy idea; where’s the money coming from? Corporate welfare tax cuts are already so deep that our national debt is higher than it was even under Reagan.
So … Barack, where do you think the money will come from to pay for another grand per person?
By focusing on a heretofore entirely ignored demographic, Mentos (the Freshmaker™) — Brazil is forging ahead into entirely unexplored regions of demographia.
The product, dubbed Mentos Teens, appears to be taking a tremendous risk by marketing candy to teenagers. As though that tactic weren’t bold enough, they’re also attempting to harness the mysterious power of snark to approach these new targets on the advertising horizon.
Using artwork reminiscent of failed products such as Garbage Pail Kids — a wildly unsuccessful attempt at selling cardboard chewing gum and colorful stickers to prepubescents — complete with emergent “pimples” that are actually colorful chunks of candy, Mentos Teens’ images are captioned with the phrase, It’s a Puberty Thing.
Concerns that teens will be waving their “puberty things” in one another’s faces have been summarily rejected by Mentos.
Images ganked from commercial-archive.com below the fold.
The godtards are fond of claiming that nonheterosexuals adopting children is bad for the kids.
As bad as this, I wonder?
An evangelical preacher killed his wife several years ago and stuffed her body in a freezer after she caught him abusing their daughter, according to police and court documents.
Anthony Hopkins murdered his wife in 2004 after she caught him fucking their daughter, who would have been around 15 at the time. He then forced his daughter to help him hide her mother’s body in a freezer.
That’s pretty bad, but the capper is likely this, from a colleague who described Hopkins’s last service (the one after which he was arrested):
His message, she said, was about forgiveness and not passing judgment — and at one point, he turned to his seven children and asked them to forgive him his past, present and future.
Forgiveness. Not passing judgment. Isn’t that convenient?
But when you think about it, that’s what’s wrong with a lot of the religiously addled — they have this belief that they can get away with anything, because in the end their god will forgive them. You might have seen the bumper sticker that reads, Christians aren’t perfect, just forgiven. This sums up the attitude beautifully. It doesn’t matter what I might have done yesterday, or what I might do tomorrow, because my phantom cloud-papa will forgive me for all of it in the end.
This absolution of personal responsibility is what allows monsters like Hopkins to do what they do, and not kill themselves out of shame and self-disgust.
And yet, other evangelical retards like James Dobson continue to insist that handing a child over to an adoptive queer is the very worst thing you can do. How much documentary evidence can he bring to support that?
“Gamma Ray”, from his new album, Modern Guilt:
I wonder if Beck is using MJ’s oxygen chamber or something. He still looks like he’s about 19.
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