This almost makes me forgive Jack Black for Nacho Libre. Almost...

Looks like the ACLU, Lambda Legal and the National Center for Lesbian Rights are opening up a can of Whup-Ass on Prop 8. Guess ol’ Yogi Berra was right. It ain’t ovah till it’s ovah.

Tragically, zombies overran the election last night and it looks like Prop 8 (CA’s ban on gay marriage) passed. I’m not normally one to talk politics, on my blog or in person, but I find it depressing (and sadly not all that surprising) that my adopted state cares more about the rights of chickens than the rights of their gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgendered citizens.

I guess my cutie-poll-girl wedding will have to wait. But hey, look on the bright side. According to the Mormons, who funneled zillions of dollars into selling Prop 8 to conservative heteros, if I were a man, it would be perfectly fine for me to marry as many cutie-poll-girls as I like. Maybe I need to buy a fake mustache…

At the age of 39, I just voted for the first time. This election is too important to skip.



(I know my I Voted sticker is wackbirds in this snap, but I'm sure you get the point anyway.)

I did enjoy my free Krispy Kreme doughnut. I also enjoyed the fact that my local polling place was staffed primarily by hot chubby Latinas with Crayola hair and raccoon eyeliner. I wanted to propose marriage several times, but I figured I'd better wait to find out if Prop 8 gets shot in the head like the shambling undead horror it is.