Atlanta doesn’t give a shit about its south end

This morning, on my way to work I watched numerous police cars with lights blazing and sirens blaring speed past me, while I sat at an intersection.  They peeled into this shopping center that’s not terribly far from my home; but while only one of the cars went into the center itself, two of the cruisers literally drove into the grassy area and my girlfriend observed cops running upon exiting their vehicles.

As I resumed driving, wondering just what the heck was going on at this location not far from my home, several more police cruisers came flying down the road, headed to the scene of the incident.  My last count was seven cop cars in total that were seen heading there, and I couldn’t help but think that such necessity for police presence would had to have been something along the lines of armed robbery, hostages, or any other scenario that could only be construed as “very dangerous.”

Given the fact that such an incident was happening close to my place of residence, it goes without saying that I’m interested in knowing what it could possibly be.  When I got to work, I immediately started visiting all of the websites of the local media, hoping to get some answers.  WSB, FOX Atlanta, 11 Alive (NBC), CBS46 and even the oft-criticized Atlanta Journal-Constitution.  Surely, one of them should have some sort of coverage of an incident that necessitated a large quantity of police presence.

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A bone to pick with UPS

A little while ago, I came home to find the dreaded UPS Signature Required slip affixed to my front door.  I was really, really looking forward to something arriving at my house, and the package door slip, regardless which carrier it’s from, is about the worst thing on the planet anyone wants to see when they’re highly anticipating something.  And in this particular case of mine, it was from UPS.

I have a camera on my property, so I have video evidence of the UPS driver delivering my package and then walking away.  Three steps out of my front stoop, he turned around, retrieved the package, and proceeded to fill out the slip that I would eventually find on my door later in the day.

I was puzzled by this.  This was not the first time I had ordered from this particular merchant, and the previous instance, no signature was required, and my package was delivered to my residence without any problems.

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Nobody wins with jaywalking

Long story short: Atlanta police officer inadvertently runs over pedestrian, killing him.  Family up in arms, accuses officer of speeding.  Caveat: pedestrian was jaywalking when it occurred.

What we have here is a scenario where nobody wins.  Pedestrian obviously loses, because he’s now dead.  Family loses, because they can point their fingers all the way, but a police officer isn’t going to get more than a slap on the wrist because he ran over a guy that was breaking the law, regardless of how innocuous jaywalking seems.  And frankly, the police officer himself is going to lose, because accidental or not, he’s got blood on his hands, and has to live with it for the rest of his life.

But the fact is, I’m most definitely pro-police in this debate.  Jaywalking might seem harmless, and I’m not going to pretend like I don’t capitalize on a deserted road when I have them to cross, but on that same token, I’d be on the side of the driver that ran me over if I were run over while I was jaywalking.  It’s still illegal and it’s still done at your own risk, with nobody but yourself to blame if you get hit while doing it.

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One of greatest things in recent internet history

Dinosaurs mashed up with Biggie Smalls’ Hypnotize. This Benjamin Roberts guy is clearly on a mission to do god’s work here.

Life is, for lack of a better term, kind of boring lately, and I’m having a hard time coming up with things to write about. The city I live in isn’t really doing anything that’s inspiring me to write more, and I’m not coming across enough news or happenings that’s making any synapses flare and pop and turn into words that I can post to my brog. But in light of not wanting to have nothing at all to post, I guess I can go a little fluffy and share something that’s brought a smile to my face.

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I LIVE IN A DESERT

Impetus:

Food deserts are defined by the U.S. Department of Agriculture as low-income communities located more than one mile from a reliable source of fresh produce and other healthy whole foods.

That’s a new term to me.  “Food desert.”  lol.

Naturally, we’re inclined to hear the word “desert” and naturally visualize harsh terrains of flat land, high heat, sand everywhere, and the sun beating down unmercifully.  Contextually, it makes sense what a food desert should be, but it’s still amusing to me that my particular area would likely be considered one.

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Expectations versus Waffle House

Impetus: Atlanta-area Waffle House getting a 60 on sanitation score makes the news.

Yes, we’re all very aware of the importance of sanitation scores in general, but this is also Waffle House we’re talking about.  Everyone who’s ever been to Waffle House has their ironic stories about Waffle Houses; personally, I enjoy recalling the time I watched an elderly waitress set her cigarette down (this was obviously back when indoor smoking was still allowed) carefully at the end of the counter so she could take some patrons’ orders, before proceeding to pick it back up and take a long drag after submitting her ticket.

The thing is though, and this should all be taken tongue-and-cheek obviously, but it’s Waffle House we’re talking about here.  A Waffle House that scores a 60 is like the Capital Grille scoring a 100.  There’s really only so much quality that’s possible at a Waffle House, and expecting scores that are higher than a 60 is roughly the equivalent of wishing to win the lottery.

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Never let anyone tell you what to do

Short story shorter: person shot and killed outside of Atlanta-area Kroger, particularly already nicknamed “Murder Kroger.”

Never mind the fact that President Obama is already trolling around in Atlanta, making the miserable traffic worse than it can already possibly be.  I was musing my possible alternate routes home, given the fact that my usual plans A and B are likely going to be shot on account of the President’s presence in the city.

So I thought of another alternative route, that would take me due east on Ponce, where I could then go due south on Moreland, until I got onto the interstate and make my way home, avoiding the Downtown Connector and airport in one fell swoop.

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