Another Sisyphus’ boulder analogy

I use that analogy quite a bit, don’t I? Perhaps I’m drawn to scenarios in which they seem like insurmountable endeavors, to which makes it so easy for me to make the metaphor as often as I think I’m doing.

Regardless, Dan Cathy, the CEO of Chic-Fil-A has concerns about what’s going to happen when the new Falcons stadium opens in the near future, when the Goodyear blimp is shooting aerial coverage, and reveals to everyone watching that Atlanta is a pretty divided city:

“The horror that I think of is when the Goodyear blimp is flying over the new stadium with Atlanta’s beautiful skyline in the background,” Cathy said. “And then the blimp shows the area on the other side of the stadium and it looks like a scene out of Baghdad.”

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The making of a real-life boomer

Impetus: death-row inmate’s last meal request revealed.

I didn’t even know that Georgia was a state that had the death penalty.  I guess I shouldn’t really be that surprised.

Anyway, the following is the list of food that a woman on death-row has requested to be her last meal; it’s evident that based on her mug shot as well as the contents of this list, she has every intention of exploding into a disgusting, miserable mess of bile, viscera, gore and digestive matter, post-mortem, much like a boomer from Left 4 Dead:

  • Cornbread
  • Side of buttermilk
  • Two Whoppers with cheese (with everything)
  • Two large orders of French fries
  • Cherry vanilla ice cream
  • Popcorn
  • Salad with boiled eggs, tomatoes, bell peppers, onions, carrots, cheese and Paul Newman buttermilk dressing
  • Lemonade

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Snow day lol

I was a little jealous of those lucky enough to have Presidents Day off, despite the fact that I typically get every other holiday as well as Confederate Memorial Day off, because I’m greedy, and I want to slack when everyone else is slacking too.  Needless to say, work was on the agenda for today.

Thankfully, the City of Atlanta and the State of Georgia have become a little sensitive to criticism following the embarrassment that was the way Snowpocalypse 2014 was handled, and have decided to err on conservative, by being preventative as opposed to reactionary.  That being said, today is a snow day, and my office is closed.

As you can very well see in this photographic evidence taken this morning, my backyard is clearly a frozen tundra, and a baby wooly mammoth that looks precariously like my dog is traversing the land Pangaea to seek warmth and sustenance.

This pleases me.

Man, What A Stupid Commercial #016

Synopsis: Caucasian man, flying to/from presumably Korea calls flight attendant over to ask if there’s anything he can be given to deal with back pain.  Korean flight attendant suggests Bayer in perfect, accent-less English, to which man immediately shoots down as he explains that he is not having a heart attack, but back pain, furthermore goes to stand up and pantomime how much his back hurts.  Flight attendant elaborates that it’s Bayer Back and Body Pain, and when she checks back with him upon completion of the flight, he’s seemingly amazed that he does in fact feel better.

The bottom line is, the commercial is kind of racist.  Or at least the way the scenario pans out, it really portrays whitey as naïve honky who immediately dismisses the sounds coming out of a Korean woman’s mouth as gibberish, as if there’s no possible way that this chink could be speaking in his native tongue.

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Why can’t Atlanta have a decent city song?

I was running on the treadmill, and Jay-Z/Alicia Keys’ Empire State of Mind came on my iTunes. It’s a song that I particularly like, but I also think it’s cool that it’s a song that’s basically also a soliloquy to the city of New York, and how much Jay-Z thinks it’s a great place.

Somewhere along the line, I thought about Frank Sinatra’s New York, New York, and how it was such a classic, iconic song, and that it could probably never be replaced. I’m not saying Empire State of Mind replaced New York, New York as the anthem of the city, but it says something when it’s played at some point during every single Yankees home game at Yankee Stadium, in addition to Sinatra.

The bottom line is that Empire State of Mind is a song that, sure lyrically rap, which tends to make some people nervous, but has what I think is a catchy melody, beat, and is overall harmonically pleasing to listen to. Clearly, I’m not the only person who thinks this, and it’s a song that has done pretty well for itself in the grand spectrum of things.

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Never stop playing

Short story shorter: Julio Franco is still getting paid to play baseball, at the age of 56, signing with a semi-pro team out in Japan.

I love Julio Franco.  Not just because he was on the Braves for a period of time in which I deemed him as a player of a cult-like status, but simply because he just kind of embodies what’s right and great about baseball in my opinion.

Julio’s basically a guy that’s been known to just love the game so much that pretty much nothing is going to stop him from playing, much less get paid to keep playing.  It’s not that he even really needs the money or anything, as he’s also known to be a conservative, deeply religious individual, so really it boils down to the fact that he simply doesn’t want to stop playing.  More power to him if there are teams out there that wish to pay him to do so.

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FSU Fail

I was running on the treadmill, and I saw some highlights of the recent Duke vs. Florida State game.  Usually, as much as I don’t like to admit it, I just assume Duke has won most games in which there are highlights for, because they are a good team, but I was actually uncertain about this one, because historically FSU seems to often have Duke’s number, especially when playing in Tallahassee.  So the highlights embark, and I’m left wondering who actually wins this game.

And then they show this highlight of an FSU player “dunking on” a Duke player.  Now I put that in quotations, because it was hardly the kind of facial that I associate with the phrase “dunking on” a player, but whatever, some FSU bro gets the ball on the wing, and throws down a dunk, while a Duke player happened to jump in the air to contest him.  Sure whatever, he got dunked on.

The best part however was after the dunk; as is often the case with young whippersnappers of today dunking the ball, it calls for the celebratory tensing of the entire upper body, fists down, while screaming to the heavens in aggressive celebration over converting a field goal.  The player who dunked the ball most certainly did that.

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