Month: March 2011

Roll. Tard.

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Living where I do, it is neigh impossible to avoid the phenomenon that is college football.  Namely Southeastern Conference (SEC) football, the most blindly passionate, dedicated, and die-hard subdivision of college football in the country, with fanbases twice as aforementioned, with a heaping addition of completely retarded to finish the ensemble.  And Atlanta is literally the crossroads of ALL SEC schools, as it’s the center point for Georgia, South Carolina, Florida, Tennessee, LSU, Ole Miss, Auburn, Kentucky, and of course, my favorites, the Alabama Crimson Tide last but not and least.  Whose name describes a big wave of water, but mascot is an elephant, and all their supports always say “Roll. Tide” as a school saying?  … yeah

SEC fans are borderline mentally crippled when it pertains to the fortunes of their respective football teams.  Hazing, harassment, and light graffiti are some things seen in college rivalries, but the destruction of property, flagrant vandalism, kidnapping of animal mascots, burnings, violence, extinguishing of life, and sheer unadulterated hate is more the MO of SEC fans.  Lets not get into the legions of horribly designed novelty t-shirts, made to incite allegiance, talk smack, and celebrate results of individual games.  Recently, distraught over the anguish brought on by ultimate rival Auburn, winning the National Championship or beating Alabama at some point, an Alabama supporter (he didn’t actually attend) marched onto Auburn territory and poisoned the shit out of two iconic giant oak trees that were well over a hundred years old at a popular Auburn hangout spot.  … yeah, because that’s justified retribution for the school you don’t like having some success.

But anyway, I’m deviating from the point here, but the idea has been touched on that Alabama does not like Auburn, and vice versa, and it’s no secret that out of all SEC schools, I think Alabama has the biggest nutjobs and wacked out mental supporters.  But the picture above is a t-shirt I saw at a crappy mall – it’s a “memorabilia” shirt, boasting University of Auburn, National Football Champions.  Okay . . . what’s the point?

Auburn’s school colors are navy blue and orange.

This particular shirt is in nothing but crimson.

Crimson is the color of the University of Alabama.

Clearly this shirt was made by an Alabama supporter who thought it would so insultingly awesome to make a congraturatory Auburn National Champions shirt in, wait for it … kekeke … CRIMSON!

Sigh.

Roll.  Tard.

Random thoughts

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~Wordpress app does not appear to have bulleted list option.
~The place I’m working at now, where I park my car is directly across the street from the Cheetah, which is like the “classiest” (read: best) strip club in the city of Atlanta.
~Some bathrooms, are just so suitable to just play Angry Birds for good chunks of time.
~The work I’m doing is boring as fuck, but the pay is great. I’m not really complaining.
~There are a noticeable amount of Koreans around here, from the deli I went to yesterday and an actual Korean colleague in my remote department. It’s kind of an alien feeling to me, to be perfectly honest.
~I’m also the youngest person in this office, I’m pretty sure. I haven’t been the youngest designer in any place for a few years, and I have to admit this too is also an odd feeling for me again. There simply aren’t really any cool people here, as nice as everyone else seems to be.

Turning heel on Bret Hart

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The other day, while trying to undermine Jen’s online streaming Netflix queue, I re-watched Wrestling With Shadows, essentially the Bret Hart/Montreal Screw Job story.  As many people know, wrestling is indeed scripted, and to some degree “fake,” but the story of the Montreal Screw Job was very much real, or it is one of the longest-standing, existing storylines going on 14 years now.

Long story short: then-WWF champion Bret Hart’s contract was up, and WWF Vince McMahon owner felt that he couldn’t match the offer by Ted Turner and WCW (three years, $9 million guaranteed), so it was agreed that Hart would be allowed to WCW with no hard feelings upon expiration of his WWF contract.  So instead of having Bret Hart lose the belt at any time before his departure, Vince McMahon waited to the very last day of Hart’s contract, deviated from the scripted finish of his final match on live pay-per-view with the assistance of several conspirators, and portrayed Bret Hart as submitting to a wrestling hold, thus stripping him of the championship, in his home country of Canada.

As a result, Bret Hart has held a grudge against Vince McMahon, and involved conspirators for the better part of the last decade and change, and only within the last two years has pretended to bury the hatchet in order to financially benefit from DVD collections, appearance fees, and for the sake of his wrestling next-of-kin.

Throughout the span of the last 14 years, Bret Hart has been made to look like the victim, a martyr, in this whole scenario, and that he did absolutely no wrong.  But after reading his excellent autobiography, and now having re-watched Wrestling With Shadows, I don’t agree with such a portrayal anymore.  Maybe it’s because I’m older, more jaded, and possibly a little more understanding of the business standpoint, but the way I see it now, Vince McMahon was right in his iconic post-screw job interview – Bret screwed Bret.

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Brogging from the future

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Seriously, the time on the server is almost six hours ahead. I’m a fucking prophet right now. Today, there will be crime in Atlanta. Today, people will bitch about gas prices. Today, will feel generally no more dismal than usual. Except I start a new gig tomorrow, so that is good news.

Last night, I had an odd dream. I was lusting, and I mean having an unhealthy lust for Miley Cyrus’s ass. Like I know it’s not really that impressive in real life, but in this dream, it was magnificently perfect, and presented right in my face in a suggestive manner. And I wanted it very, very badly. Miley Cyrus, huh.