Ozymandias, you’re our only hope

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.

That’s the gist that I’m under the impression, and unless I hear differently, that’s what I’m being led to believe.  Trust me, it’s not worth explaining to me, because I’ll be as fidgety as a six-year old in church with apathy.

Anyway, all the talk about the whole situation of government shutdowns and Obamacare that I’m privy to seeing on CNN in the 4-6 minutes I take to change in the locker room at the gym, the fact that they’re using a clock to drive home the fact that it’s impending only makes me think of Watchmen.

Like I said, I don’t know all the facts nor do I particularly care, but from what I’m exposed to sparsely, the countdown to the government shutdown reminds me of the Doomsday clock constantly referred to in Watchmen.  At first, I thought that Obama was acting in a manner like an inadvertent Ozymandias, whose actions seemed to be creating an uneasy alliance between Democrats and Republicans in simply getting rid of Obamacare, but from what I can tell now, that analogy is out the door from what I hear about factions of Republicans being incapable of working things out amongst their own party.  Now he’s kind of like the opposite of Ozymandias.  Obamandias.

That being said, as the clock ominously ticks and tocks closer to the time when the government officially shuts down, it looks like now would be as good of time as any for a real-life Ozymandias to show up make everyone suddenly put things into perspective.  Teleport some big-ass artificial alien thing onto North Korea, claim Kaijus exist, let it destroy the country, and then come to the rescue after the fact.  Engineer some nukes that explode blue, drop them on the Middle East, and then blame Doctor Manhattan.  It’s like killing two birds with one stone in a way, maybe three, if it gets everyone to pull their heads out of their asses and come to some sort of compromise.

Yeah, all that sounds horribly ignorant to what’s actually happening, but from my perspective, as much as people claim the government is corrupt, evil and bad, it is still something that I think is necessary.  And just the simple idea that the government is, “shutting down” just doesn’t sound like something that’s really good for the general populous, in my opinion.

Often times I’m behind the times when it comes to memes, and combined with my general apathy towards politics, I’m debating to myself if now is an appropriate time to bust out the “Thanks, Obama” line.  If Obamacare is what’s going to make me have to eat more out of my paychecks, then I suppose it is.


Photos: Anime Weekend Atlanta 2013

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.

To be honest, I’m fairly pleased with how a lot of these pictures turned out.  I feel that playing with some of the modes and calibrations on my camera in recent days has yielded some results pleasing to me, and I hope they’re pleasing everyone who takes a gander as well.

My favorite pictures:

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The perils of winning

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.

“You can go down starting in section 117.”  AKA way the fuck far from where I actually wanted to take some pictures.  So I asked her again if I couldn’t take pictures from her section, to which she simply responded, NO.

The disturbing thing about both of these instances, as well as several other smaller instances is that these all occurred at Turner Field, my home field park, and the park I lay claim as amongst the better barks in Major League Baseball.  What makes matters worse is that these places where I was innocuously wishing to snap a couple of photographs from, are places that I’d shot from before several times, in prior years.

The only difference with those days and yesterday is that the Braves are now really good again.  Suddenly with team success, comes a level of inflexibility towards the fan experience, which I don’t really think is a good thing at all, and not just because they’re so willing to cockblock my picture-taking aspirations.

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Photos: Experimenting at the Ballpark

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.

Gallery contains outdoor-scenic shots, Atlanta’s skyline from the southern view that is rarely seen because 90% of Atlanta skyline pictures are taken from the north facing south, or while in Piedmont Park, or from the Highlands.  Also a few game-shots, and a whole bunch of selfies of me looking nostalgic and evocative, while watching baseball.  And because I like taking pictures of myself when it’s really empty at the ballpark.

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It kind of makes me feel a little old(er) but still, lolz

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.

In this day and age of people constantly attempting to cerebrally, but artificially generate theatric incident summaries on the internet with hopes that they’ll go viral like this, I’m generally always skeptical stories like this.  I’d bet on the side that this was staged.

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