You won’t find a lot of political speak on my brog, primarily because I simply do not care about politics. Typically, this ambivalence remains in place until it actually begins to directly affect my bottom line. I’m not going to pretend like I know the facts behind it, but after tomorrow, it actually will be doing such, and that’s all I really know. Due to whatever Obamacare or what name it has/will have, it appears that I’ll have to re-configure my health insurance coverage to be kosher with the guidelines in place with Obamacare, lest I be fined.
It’s funny, because I put a great deal of work into trying to keep myself physically well-conditioned and exercise on a regular basis, so that I don’t have to rely on the need for excessive medical coverage. And it seems like that’s kind of becoming irrelevant, due to the fact that it’s becoming mandatory that all people are supposed to be covered, or else they’re monetarily penalized.
Continue reading “Ozymandias, you’re our only hope”
Since I’ve been on my picture-taking kick, I decided to hit up AWA for just the Saturday. This is first anime convention I’ve paid to get into in quite some time, and I’ve typically had my reluctance with them, since they usually just make me feel really old. But I really wanted the opportunity to work things out and take pictures with my camera, so I figured why the hell not?
Overall, I was pleasantly surprised with the quality of the costumers I saw in general. Fewer memes and more actual characters, with decent effort put into them. Lots of League of Legends costumers too. And not nearly as many spastic retards running around either. Much to my surprise, I ended up taking over 100 pictures in the one day I was there; I’ve gotten in the habit of doubling up on most people, more if I really like them, so that tends to skew the numbers. I’ve also realized that I actually really dislike taking group shots, and prefer to take pictures of solos or pairs.
Continue reading “Photos: Anime Weekend Atlanta 2013”
I asked the wheelchair-bound man if I would be bothering him if I took some pictures while kneeling beside him. He said that it wouldn’t be a problem at all. I knelt down and took two quick snaps of Freddie Freeman fouling off pitches, and then an usher was on my ass like it was delivered from the sky like in Sharknado. Telling me I couldn’t take pictures there, I couldn’t stand here, there, and that I needed a ticket. I could have questioned him, but it was pretty clear from the onset that black-man-on-a-power-trip was going on, so it wouldn’t have gotten me anywhere. I simply said okay, and left.
Earlier in the evening, and I use the term evening loosely, considering it was 5:15, almost a full two hours prior to the first pitch, sunny and beautiful, and with less than 300 people in the entire stadium. I politely asked the usher in 103 if I could go down to the bottom of the section to snap a couple of pictures of some players taking batting practice.
Continue reading “The perils of winning”
Lately, I’ve felt like taking pictures. With the baseball regular season coming to a close, I figured that there couldn’t be any better time to play around and experiment with my camera than by taking it to the ballpark.
Honestly, I hardly cared about the game at all, since I was more or less there to sate some reminiscing urge to see the ballpark off one more time prior to the start of the post-season, which I’ll in all likely avoid attending (due to egregious gauging), to get a bobblehead from an acquaintance, and, to take pictures.
Continue reading “Photos: Experimenting at the Ballpark”
Today is one of those days where I don’t really feel like I have anything really good to write about. On any given day, I like to try and have something floating or swirling around my head to be able to turn into something of a substantial brog post. I kind of had an idea about writing about eulogies and something that would kind of come off sounding morose and a little bit towards the macabre, but honestly, I didn’t think I could really make something substantial out of it. So on times like that, I simply turn to the internet, and see if anything piques my attention and gets some writer’s synapses popping.
So I stumbled across this story, about a guy (Guy) who snuffed out a potential relationship via text message, and the girl (Girl) getting so incensed and ragey, that she went on this gigantic monumental diatribe about how she’s young and successful and that she didn’t need him, and then proceeded to apparently screen cap some of his possibly racy, but more just flirtatiously suggestive text messages and sent it off to his employers in an attempt to shame him amongst his peers and probably to try and get him fired.
Continue reading “It kind of makes me feel a little old(er) but still, lolz”
If the Hokies go 0-8 for the rest of the year, it doesn’t matter to me. I know to most other Tech fans, the game against Virginia is the biggest rivalry of the season, which I can understand because most of them are still living in Virginia. But I live in Atlanta, and work in Georgia Tech territory, so to me, this is the most important game of the season. I have to look at Georgia Tech and their flawed logo on a daily basis, and it’s nice to see them put in their place.
So it brings me great joy that Virginia Tech has once again toppled Georgia Tech, and in their house no less. No matter what happens throughout the rest of the season, even if they go on to have a great season, they still have to live with the fact that they lost to my team.
I’m not much of a credit card user. It’s part of how I generally remain impervious to credit card debt, because I sparsely use them. That being said, I still have a few lines of credit here and there and one actual credit card for general use. And for the last 13 years, it’s been a Capital One credit card, because they were the smart company that capitalized on the recent high school graduates and gave them all offers for (most of) their first credit cards.
Naturally, being the financially reckless teenager I was back then, I took them up on it, and I got my very first credit card with a fairly decent interest rate, and a paltry $200 limit. A year later, it was without warning bumped up to a $500 limit, and it couldn’t have happened at a better time then, because I in a relationship and wanted to have the financial flexibility to indulge for two. Eventually my limit was bumped to $2,000, and that’s where it’s remained since.
I maxed it out and paid it off, and since then it’s been nothing more than a rainy day fallback, and a resource to secure hotel rooms and car rentals. Every time I use it, I pay it off in full, and I haven’t paid interest on anything with it in about five years. Needless to say, I’m somewhat of a model of intelligent credit card use, if I say so myself.
Continue reading “Good riddance, Capital One”