NBA: National Bitches Association

Prior to reading this, I implore my six readers to press play and listen to the theme of when the NBA was truly golden, and basketball was a respectable sport rife with athletes playing against other athletes in the game of basketball, and news was limited to solely basketball-related stories.

This is a topic that’s been on my head for quite some time, but never really chose to run with it, because quite frankly the world is full of way more interesting stories, or things that I’d rather write about, like overturned tractor trailers, or conspiracy theories about MARTA.  But then I saw this article about Ray Allen being a bitch because all his former Celtics teammates had a championship team reunion and didn’t invite him, because they are all bitches as well.

This story follows a week that also saw DeMar DeRozan of the Toronto Raptors whining about how his team would have advanced in the playoffs if they had LeBron James; like a sore loser, or, like a bitch. 

And speaking of LeBron James, earlier in the season, he had an altercation with a teammate, but instead of going Old Testament on him and kicking his ass in the locker room or throwing him under the bus to the media, instead he, the guy who brought glory back to Cleveland, won numerous championships and has nothing left to prove, assumes blame, takes responsibility for the altercation and apologizes to the jobber teammate, the fans and the organization.

Like a bitch.

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I did nothing but pretty much watch television all weekend

And it was everything I thought it could be.  No really, for the vast majority of my weekend, I watched television primarily, and for the first time in a while feel like I actually had a nice relaxing weekend.

Prior to this past weekend, I’ve had to go into work at least once per, in four out of the last five weekends, and was just coming off a stretch where I’d gone into the office twelve straight days.  Working overtime for the betterment of the team, keeping shit on schedule and because the season occasionally dictates it isn’t really that big of a problem, but the sheer volume of my work compounded by a faulty machine that failed more frequently than a Volkswagen was putting me into a situation of rapid burnout, and this past weekend wasn’t so much of a deserved weekend off, it was absolutely necessary.

Needless to say, I slept in both days, which relatively speaking, means I slept like eight hours, instead of like six.  Granted, my body is so accustomed to waking up at like 6:30 a.m., I hit points where I always wake up between 6:30 and 7:30, panic about having overslept before realizing that it’s the weekend and then crawl back into bed with tremendous relief and try to go back to sleep and hope the animals didn’t hear any commotion and start trying to wake me up.

And when you’re feeling rested and caught up on sleep, everything afterward feels leisurely and relaxed.  Coffee tastes better.  Going to the gym for a run felt pleasant and not like a nuisance chore.  Taking the dogs out is more leisurely without a clock over your head on when it’s time to head to work.  Going out to hang with friends is more enjoyable when you know that there’s no drop dead cutoff time to get back home and get to sleep in order to get enough rest.

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This is the plot of Resident Evil 4

Las Plagas came into play in a similar fashion: as the fable of climate change miraculously becomes reality, bacteria and viruses long-trapped in ice, are coming back to life as they are being melted free

Now I don’t want to get too political and be all like see, this is why climate change is a real thing, but this is pretty much the plot to Resident Evil 4, and all subsequent Resident Evil games that utilized Las Plagas.  But instead of evil Umbrella/whatever evil corporation actively digging and seeking out long-dormant bacteria and viruses, in this case it’s kind of scarier in the sense that it’s not being controlled by man, but are kind of unveiling themselves discreetly and unaccounted for on their own by virtue of being melted out of whatever frozen confinement that had been keeping them locked away for however long they’ve been out of play.

Sure, it’s starting with strains of anthrax, smallpox and the Spanish flu revealing themselves from melted graves, but at this rate, one of these days it’s only a matter of time when the real Las Plagas parasites melt their way out of rural Spain and begin infesting in modern humanity leading to the eventual downfall of mankind.  The difference is that Leon Kennedy, Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine don’t actually exist, but there are very much crooked corporations like Umbrella out there that would gladly nefariously try to weaponize and control such terrible things.

I’m just saying, this is pretty much the backstory to the plot of Resident Evil 4, and if Ivanka goes missing while on a humanitarian appearance/fashion show out in Europe, then fiction will have a pretty scary time becoming an action-packed reality.  The real-life Leon Kennedy better start training up for his eventual mission of saving the world.

How to invalidate Ohio State’s educational credibility

The moment I saw that Cardale Jones graduated from Ohio State, I didn’t even have to look it up to assume that his degree was in African-American studies.  And then because I like to be proven correct, I looked it up, and sure enough, Cardale Jones’ major was African-American studies.

For those who do not really follow sports, Cardale Jones was a former athletic ringer at Ohio State who was brought in solely to play football, and made an imbecile of himself on social media when he said:

Why should we have to go to class if we came here to play FOOTBALL, we ain’t come to play SCHOOL, classes are POINTLESS

Basically admitting that he was no scholar and was an athletic ringer that only served to feed the NCAA machine and make money for others for the opportunity to audition for the chance to make millions for himself.

The point is, Cardale Jones was surprisingly no genius, and it was even less of a surprise when he dipped out of school early to go into the NFL, where he’s basically a third-string quarterback for the Buffalo Bills. 

Let me repeat, third string quarterback for the Buffalo Bills.

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Doesn’t sound like this was part of the plan

Let’s not forget that MARTA is still MARTA; despite the diabolical ploy to destroy roads to get more people to use the service, MARTA is still MARTA and tripping over themselves in ways like trains catching fire, leading to mass underground evacuations, should not be unexpected.

Yeah, pretty sure this wasn’t a part of Keith Parker’s plan, much like gun fights at MARTA stations, but I’ve always had the belief in business that you cannot expect to succeed if you lose sight of what brought you to the dance.  In the case of MARTA, Keith Parker has been so wrapped up in his evil plan to sabotage Atlanta roadways, that he’s neglecting to do his part of the job that involves actually watching over MARTA itself, and shit like trains catching fire are happening.

In spite of how concerning and probably scary it was for those riding on the train to see the cars fill up with smoke, I’m a little fascinated by if I were on the train when it happened.  I’ve always been curious of what it would be like to walk through an underground train path, like those hippie urban explorers used to do up in New York City, illegally, but in the case of these MARTA riders, it was the only option, and completely sanctioned.  They’d get to walk through sections of Atlanta nobody ever sees, save for MARTA or city maintenance people, and I think that’d have been kind of cool.

Either way, amusing story nonetheless.  MARTA has been something of a little savior in light of all the road problems throughout the city, but also can’t help tripping over themselves when their trains catch fire.  It’s like a golden ticket was given to the company, and they’re so overjoyed with the opportunity that they’re losing sight of the actual operations part of the MARTA and allowing shit like fires and gun fights restrain just how much growth and goodwill they can actually gain from it.

That’s MARTA for us all, though; unending unintentional ironic humor.

Well that’s one way to counteract enrollment because of the HOPE Scholarship

Gotta lean right again every now and then, I guess: Georgia governor Nathan Deal signs off of House Bill 280, thus making it official that licensed gun owners can now legally carry concealed weapons onto Georgia public college campuses

Welp, marking Cinco de Mayo 2017 as the date is fairly easy enough to remember when to start the count of days until a pretty senseless and preventable gun-related death on a Georgia college campus happens, at least.  Mark my words, this is not a matter of ‘if’ this happens, it is entirely a matter of ‘when’ it does.

Believe me, I’m more than willing to eat crow and put in writing that I was wrong, if it turns out that an incident of where a licensed gun owner prevents or stops crime from happening happens first, but I wouldn’t put money on it.  The invention of firearms in the first place is inherently negatively connoted, and no measure of regulating or attempting to control them changes the fact that negative intentions are always the reason for firearms being inserted into any equation.

Ironically, of course, I just love how stupid all the terminology and word selection that led to HB 280’s original failure and eventual success; like how originally it failed to pass because of the concern that without text and legalese, then licensed owners would be allowed to carry firearms into “day cares, disciplinary hearings and faculty and administrative offices.”

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Close enough IT’S MARTA

I did predict that something else was going to happen: water main erupts on Roswell Road, causing a massive sinkhole, causing debilitating traffic to Roswell residents attempting to commute into Sandy Springs or Atlanta

The incident occurred mere miles away from the North Springs MARTA station, the current end of the Red line.  This does not do any favors to any Roswell, Alpharetta or further northern communities, as they still will have to slog down GA-400 in order to take MARTA.

SO CONSIDER THIS TOO A MESSAGE, north Fulton/Milton whatever you WASPy NIMBYs want to call yourselves way the fuck up north.  Cobb county got their message a little while ago, now it’s time for the white suburbs way up north to get their message too, that perhaps some extended MARTA service up to their communities might not be such a bad idea.  I mean, the proposal for the Red line to go all the way up to Windward Parkway is nothing new, but shit like this, like seeing Roswell Rd. go down is just what the people might need to see in order to be reminded of just how beneficial it could be to have an alternate means available to them, and to perhaps stop dragging feet in rolling this out, so that things like this can be alleviated in the future.

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