I’m probably going to get killed by a brown recluse tonight

Since I was yet again unable to make it out of my personal purgatory, Washington Reagan National Airport, I’m stuck at my parents’ house for an extra night. I sat around for a few hours once again baffled at the endless array of employees putting their families through standby hell, unable to move up the list myself, before debating on whether or not to punt on the rest of the day and try to salvage some non-airport sanity and spend some time with the parents alternatively. When I saw a girl throw up directly into a trash can, I knew it was time to bail. I’m guessing she might have been preggers, but it also happened to be in front of McDonald’s.

Since if all went according to plan, I wouldn’t be here, I’m guessing this is the night one of the brown recluse spiders in the basement, kills me.

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A pet peeve

Say you’re driving down a very desolate, flat straight road out in the middle of nowhere.  You can see far ahead and far behind you for miles.  You’re also driving with a friend who is driving their own car.  For whatever reason, you wish to drive parallel to your friend, so you hop into the oncoming lane, and begin driving right next to your friend.

Eventually, in the distance you see a car coming.  What do you do?

Obviously, you let off the gas, and get back behind your friend, or space permitting, you apply the gas, and get in front.  Otherwise, you  will end up in a head-on collision, and probably someone ends up dead, or at least severely injured.

If the answer is so simple when it comes to driving cars, why is it so difficult for people to grasp when simply walking?

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Sweet justice

There are few things in life­ that makes me as happy as seeing someone busted for violating the HOV lane.  So imagine my pleasant surprise this morning.

Traffic was especially sweltering, probably due to the fact that in the state of Georgia, it’s spring break for most schools and colleges.  After the section of Interstate 75/85 known as the “Grady Curve,” there are occasionally strategically placed cops sitting in the shoulder, attempting to capitalize on unsuspecting HOV lane violators who can’t see them just ahead, only to come out of the curve to see them way too late to even attempt to get out of the lane for their indiscretion.

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A BMW driver doing something douchey, you don’t say

I know they’re being somewhat mindful, pulling this shit fairly away from everyone else, but seriously, four parking spaces?  And people wonder why BMW drivers have such horrible reputations, it’s shit like this that ruins it for the sane people who happen to drive BMWs that they’re unfortunately pigeon-holed as inconsiderate assholes as well.

The funny thing is that this is just a 318i convertible.  A motor of marginal potential, lodged into an overpriced and overrated name and chassis.  The 318i is the equivalent of the Gobot of BMWs.  The only thing worth any genuine value of the 318i is the fact that it has a BMW badge, and in this case, happens to be a convertible.  Otherwise, it’s just another piece of shit BMW demonstrating stupid behavior.

Miami and I seem to be incompatible

Disclaimer: This rant was originally written at close to 4:00 a.m., before I went to bed after my first day in Miami, Florida.

I don’t want to jump the gun here too much, and the truth is that I am having a good time down here in Miami so far. I should really be asleep, since I have to be up in less than five hours to ensure that my rental car isn’t ticketed for when the parking lot goes from free parking, into pay parking for the prime parts of the beach days, but I’ve got a lot on my mind about my experiences in the city of Miami so far, and I’d like to get them in writing while they’re still fresh on my mind.

In short, Miami is no doubt a lively, bustling city, but the truth is that this is most absolutely definitely certainly not a place I’d ever want to fathom living. In my opinion, Miami sucks, and I’m not going to miss this place one bit when my trip is over.  Some of my favorite shows like Dexter and Nip/Tuck may take place here, but damn if those shows do a fantastic job of making this place look a whole hell of a lot better than the cesspool that I’m finding this place to be.

Now part of it can be my fault for taking the same cost-effective approach I take on my of my other baseball road trips, but the truth is that such an approach has yielded some genuinely good results in the past.  It’s just this approach in Miami has me led to believe that this is possibly one of the worst places in the country.

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