There really should be a special airline just for fat fucks

Coming back from Las Vegas was probably the worst part of the trip.  Not only was there the downer of having to leave Las Vegas, but it turned out that the direct flight from Vegas to Atlanta happened to be full of a bunch of insufferable fat fucks whom all seemed to be from Cleveland routing through Atlanta.  And I’m not just saying such pejoratives because I’m bitter, as the above picture evidences, there really were some severely fat fucks on my flight.

There are tons of stories out there about people complaining about fat people on flights; after all, I’ve personally been bumped from a flight due to an aircraft hitting weight limit while there were still three unoccupied seats, among many others I probably have.  But this one was a new one for me, and agitating enough for me to feel inspired to write about it.

Continue reading “There really should be a special airline just for fat fucks”

A little bit longer in the making than I had hoped, but better late than never.

The following post was originally written on March 5, 2010. I told myself that I would not post this until I effectively gained full-time employment. The fact you’re reading it now means only one thing, which is excellent news: I now have a full-time job. The company in which I have been freelancing for over the prior eight months finally decided that paying contract rates for me was getting old, and that it was indeed fiscally more cost-effective to pay me 70% of they paid my creative agency instead.

It’s been a long, long time coming, but I am extremely pleased to be back on the path of stable employment. And with that, I present to you my swan song to the freelance life.

Continue reading “A little bit longer in the making than I had hoped, but better late than never.”

A stroll through Springfield Mall, circa 2011

There’s really not a whole lot to do anymore, these days. If I don’t already have something to do, some chore, some engagement, or some task that already needs to be done, I’m typically crippled by boredom and not knowing what to do with my day.

This epidemic seems to be three times as bad up in Northern Virginia, in my old stomping grounds. There really isn’t anything to do up here, like at all. Maybe I’m at the age where there doesn’t feel like there’s anything to do outside of the house or work these days in general, but it seems compounded while I’m up here. So Huzzard and I decided to go talk a walk through Springfield Mall, which was the place to go throughout our teenage years.

I mean we all saw it happen, and we know how it happened and that it was happening, but damn, words can’t really express just how much the place has died. Thankfully, there are pictures. The fact that it’s still open at all is pretty amazing in its own right, but at this point, it would probably best if the place were humanely euthanized than go through existence like this.

Continue reading “A stroll through Springfield Mall, circa 2011”

Celebrating life, instead of mourning passing

A day later, it’s beautiful outside.  One of the nicest days in ages, in spite of the changing of the seasons, and the sporadic rainfall had in Atlanta over the past weeks. The heavens must have been appeased by a most worthy addition received last night.

Jen and I both knew this day was eventually going to come, but in spite of it, nothing ever really could prepare you for when that time comes.  Even in dog years, Nikki was pushing the boundaries of mortality, exceeding 19 human years; regardless, knowing the end is closer doesn’t make it any simpler for when the end does arrive.

Continue reading “Celebrating life, instead of mourning passing”

The pursuit of a disconnected relationship

Sometimes I wonder if people look at me, and my ambivalent nature towards relationships and pursuing a girlfriend, and see a hopeless person, condemned towards permanent solitude until I get off my e-feet and start doing everything online, like the vast majority of society has apparently deemed socially acceptable.  Wanting to say the words “pathetic,” and/or “paranoid,” but won’t dare, at least to me, out of respect, or apprehension that I might go apeshit in retribution.  Not that any of it really matters, otherwise I may have already jumped off the bridge by at least now, but it does cross my mind from time to time, most especially when I’m alone at home and bored.

Regardless of my old-fashioned, dated mentality, I still hold on to the belief that someday, I’ll come across someone the “old-fashioned way,” as in, in person, and a spark will ignite from there.  I may be dated, but Googling a stranger is still fair game, but that’s typically the extent of the cyber-snooping I’d pursue if any at all, because one, I don’t Facebook/Twitter, and two, I’m too broke to go the route of investing in online background checks.

But really, as was a perfect example in my D*C missed connection girl, it was an innocuous encounter sparked by circumstance, spontaneity, and completely out of the blue, slightly nudging me out of my comfort zone, that may have possibly taken a few steps forward had I not been such a slow-witted dork at the time.  Regardless of the no-result outcome, the simple interaction was still a fond moment of that weekend to me, because it’s a glimpse of proof that it could still happen.

Continue reading “The pursuit of a disconnected relationship”

A day in the life of 99.9999% of Korean men*

  • 0730 – Wake up
  • 0731 – Smoke
  • 0800 – Leave for work
  • 0801 – Smoke in car
  • 0820 – Get stuck in Atlanta traffic
  • 0821 – Smoke in frustration
  • 0855 – Arrive at work
  • 0900 – Smoke break
  • 0910 – Run into Korean co-worker on the way back in
  • 0911 – Don’t want buddy to smoke alone
  • 1000 – Starbucks walk
  • 1010 – Smoke on the way back
  • 1020 – Brush teeth in men’s room rid smoke breath
  • 1030 – Actual work
  • 1200 – Smoke break
  • 1230 – Lunch
  • 1230 – Smoking also
  • 1330 – Brush teeth again
  • 1335 – Work
  • 1500 – Smoke break
  • 1515 – Work
  • 1600 – Smoke break
  • 1615 – Realize it’s past 4pm, phone in day, go smoke
  • 1700 – Leave
  • 1700 – Smoke on the way to the car
  • 1710 – Get stuck in Atlanta traffic
  • 1711 – Smoke in frustration
  • 1735 – Victory smoke in getting out of traffic
  • 1800 – Arrive home
  • 1805-2200 – Eat dinner, polish off pack of smokes, etc

*does not include dannyhong