A Bad Direction

Lately, I’ve been struggling getting up in the morning to run. A combination of not regularly working, but mostly the fact that at 7:00 am, it’s as pitch black as Wesley Snipes outside, and I can’t really fathom running in it. So, I’ve been skipping my morning jogs far too frequently, which obviously, is not a good thing.

Worse, I’m posting such thoughts from a Five Guys. I’m going to become a (worse) jealous fatty again at this rate.

Beauty is symmetry, beauty is consistency

One of these is not like the others.

It is my goal to have my own copies of every Left 4 Dead poster that Valve makes, because I like Left 4 Dead, and I like the artwork in general. For that matter, I already own ten of these posters, and four of them are already framed, and hanging in my house. As for the others, there simply isn’t any aesthetic room in my house for them to go, but it goes without saying that one day, I’ll have every poster framed and hung, arranged in some sort of clever, aesthetically pleasing fashion.

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Photos: Final Weekend of the Regular Season

It’s a little bit overdue, considering this happened two weeks ago, and the Atlanta Braves have since been knocked out of the playoffs.  This year’s regular season finale was probably one of the more memorable ones that I can remember, because  since moving down to Atlanta, the Braves have only made the playoffs twice, but that was more before I realized how easy it was to actually go to ballgames, and typically they had a playoff spot locked up well in advance.  This year was under different circumstances, since the Braves literally had to fight, claw and scratch to get into the playoffs, as well as rely on some other teams to trip up in order to get it.  And in typical Atlanta Braves fashion, the threat of a meltdown occurred, in the first game I went to on Friday, with an embarrassing owning at the hands of the Phillies B-team, but salvation was spared on the final day of the season, with a tense and exciting win, with the playoff-clinching loss by the Padres later on that day.

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Suicidal Thoughts

For whatever reason it may be, although I am not quite sure how, considering I’ve never purchased anything from them online before, but I received in the mail the October edition of the Urban Outfitters catalog.  While making my coffee, I decided to peruse through it, to help pass the 180 seconds or so it takes for me to heat up dark colored caffeinated water.  And by the time I was done skimming through it, all I could really think about was how that if this was the direction that the world was going, that I should probably just kill myself.  Take the pot off the gas stove, and light myself on fire, and go into the backyard and die on the concrete slab so that the rest of the house isn’t a site of death for Jen.

Seriously though, the UO catalog was possibly the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.  I understand that UO is kind of the anti-culture to the Abercrombie & Fitches and American Eagles, but to go completely, 100% on the opposite spectrum isn’t exactly the best idea.  Emaciated, miserable looking teenagers wearing awful-looking hipster douche wear, in what looks precariously like Borat’s rendition of Kazakhstan doesn’t exactly make me want to run out to UO and buy up their crappy ware.  And it’s not just the “men’s” clothing I’m being critical about; I do like to look through the catalog as a whole, in case there’s a hot girl to lust over, but in this case, it’s an anorexic blond ugly chick, and a brainwashed looking Korean girl “modeling” all of the womens’ line as well.  The goal of a catalog is the same goal as all marketing – to capture the eyes and try to get stuck in the heads of those looking.  UO fails harder the Birds of Prey show on the WB.

Ironically, the one place that UO doesn’t deviate from its competitors is in the egregious pricing of their crap.  The funny thing is that no matter how emo-douche and alternative some guys think they are, they’re still led by their third leg, just like all other men; based on options from catalogs solely, if a man had $88 to drop on a basic for a woman, they’re probably going to pick the thing that’s a little snug in the chesticles from American Eagle as opposed to the ironically ugly piece of burlap from UO that would make them look like a squash.

And to think I had nothing really substantial to write about these days.

Today, is a good day.

The best one in quite some time, for that matter.  And on the day after the Braves’ season came to a premature conclusion, it might have seemed unlikely, but hard as it may be for some people to believe, I do find quite a number of things more important than baseball.

There will need to be a party to celebrate this, I have decided.

I’ve been a bad brogger

I’ve been well aware throughout the last fifteen days that I hadn’t updated the brog in a while.  And as much as I felt the obligation to myself to keep up the practice of writing, I just didn’t feel like it.  But in all fairness, I haven’t really felt like doing a whole lot of much throughout the last few weeks.  To be perfectly honest, I didn’t much feel like doing much writing now, but enough has more or less been enough, and I figure it would be good to put some words down on the e-paper to hopefully clear my head a little bit.

As has been the general mood of self these last few months or so, things have not been going too particularly well in my life, as well as the lives of those around me.  I’ve hit a little bit of a rough patch, and am still kind of riding it right now.  Just the other day, I went to the bank and deposited a small cache of cash that I had stashed away, designated as “birthday money only to be spent on something superficial and gratifying and not bills” . . . because my bank account was precariously low, and without the deposit, I run the risk of not being able to pay my bills.  The disaster was temporarily averted, but it doesn’t really change the fact that I’m occasionally feeling the overwhelming feeling of drowning from time to time, compounded by emotions of the uncertainty of freelance working, and the phone not ringing with potential full-time work.

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