Meet Me in the Loo After Tea

One of the most ridiculous things I've ever read:

Indian Tribe Bans Church Protests at Funeral

An American Indian got killed in Afghanistan and these dipshits want to come to his funeral protesting that the war is going on because America accepts homosexuals. At his funeral. With his family there. When this had nothing to do with him in the slightest.

I've seen these people on the news before and they are absolutely obsessed. They're a church made up of like three families of about 50 or so people and they go to funerals all over the country and protest at these places of grief where people can hear them and most of the time the funerals have nothing to do with homosexuality, especially since the families of the deceased are not going to be focusing on the sexual orintation of their solider when they're about to put him in the ground.

Speaking of death, just got back from my grandfather's funeral, my mom's dad. I didn't cry at this, but I did get to witness his death and I have to say it's the single most odd experience of my life. My family, one of my uncles, a friend of the family and my grandmother came to the hospital where he was heaving on a respirator for most of the day. We got there at 11 something, they gave him morphine and took him off of life support at 12:45 and by 3:30 he was gone. My brother was actually in the room with him when he passed and I'm wondering how much that fucked up his already crazy little head. My mother, father, and myself had stepped out of the room for a minute and were going to pick up his personal belongings at the nursing home, but we got called back. Strange thing is, there really is a death smell. About thirty minutes before he died, there was the most horrendous stench I've ever smelled in my entire life permeating the room, and I guess "death smell" is about the only name I can put to it. It smelled like decay, just not as stale yet. Like liquid decay, if that makes sense -- the smell was wet. Very digusting.

Also something to note, color leaves you fast. Five minutes before he was gone, he was the same color as me, if a little paler cause he hadn't seen sun in a while. When I saw him next when we were taking my grandmother from the room, he was pale as a sheet. Death pale is different than regular pale. It was the oddest, smoothest white, something else that I'm having trouble describing.

I'm sounding morbid, and I am sad he's gone, it was just a weird day.

On a lighter note, found a new genre of music that I'm absolutely infatuated with.

CHIPTUNE

Egads, it's beautiful. It's pure mad techno of the most creative kind - created by Gameboys and lo-fi synthesizers! And it sounds like a full symphony~

I found out about it through bOINGbOING, which linked to Blip Festival, a chiptune festival going on in New York for three days, including today. That page has links to all of the artists who are showing up, people from all over the world. So far my favorite is USK or Portalenz, a Japanese DJ who makes the most amazing music; he has free downloads of some of his stuff, so my personal recommendation is to download "Kill Me Sweetly", a song he wrote for his girlfriend ;)

To end on a funnier note, something else from BB:

Sexual Consent Video

Two kids are about to kick it bunny style, but they pull out legal forms for their lawyers to look through before they consent to anything - it's absolutely hilarious.

Time for the mad cleaning to get Christmas decorations up before the season is out.