Marriott rooms and the importance of failure

A long time ago, I wrote this manifesto on Talking Chop about the importance of defeat.  Braves fans were getting a little too complacent with the idea that the Braves were a competent potential contender that season, and the populous got a little too out of control insufferable when the Braves lost a series against a non-contender, and me being one of the Nazi mods of the site at the time, took it upon myself to instead admonish and ban people, to educate them about the importance of losing.

The main point was basically that victory has no importance if there was never any risk of losing.  Victory cannot be sweet if defeat is not bitter.  Without the fear of failure, there is no gratification when there is success.

Not only does this apply to just sports, it applies to just about any endeavor, where there is either success or failure.  The greater chance for failure versus the difficulty of success makes victory that much sweeter if it’s achieved.

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Good riddance, Capital One

I’m not much of a credit card user.  It’s part of how I generally remain impervious to credit card debt, because I sparsely use them.  That being said, I still have a few lines of credit here and there and one actual credit card for general use.  And for the last 13 years, it’s been a Capital One credit card, because they were the smart company that capitalized on the recent high school graduates and gave them all offers for (most of) their first credit cards.

Naturally, being the financially reckless teenager I was back then, I took them up on it, and I got my very first credit card with a fairly decent interest rate, and a paltry $200 limit.  A year later, it was without warning bumped up to a $500 limit, and it couldn’t have happened at a better time then, because I in a relationship and wanted to have the financial flexibility to indulge for two.  Eventually my limit was bumped to $2,000, and that’s where it’s remained since.

I maxed it out and paid it off, and since then it’s been nothing more than a rainy day fallback, and a resource to secure hotel rooms and car rentals.  Every time I use it, I pay it off in full, and I haven’t paid interest on anything with it in about five years.  Needless to say, I’m somewhat of a model of intelligent credit card use, if I say so myself.

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I wish I could be a police officer for one working day

I was sitting in traffic this morning, which is nothing out of the ordinary.  Unfortunately, it was worse than it usually was due to the fact that for no apparent reason, six straight traffic signals were out, and the vast populous of Atlanta is completely oblivious to the rules of the 4-way stop in such conditions.

On more than one (fifty) occasion(s), I watched as people sped off into a turn lane, dividing lane, oncoming traffic, or some other form of asphalt not designated for regular automotive traffic, and then cut in front of some schlub too slow-reacting to prevent impatient and inconsiderate assholes from cutting in front of not just them, but every single law-abiding citizen who opt to grind it out with the rest of the pack.

It’s times like these that I wish that for one day, I could be a police officer.  Not to do anything dramatic and go off on high-excitement, high-speed car chases, bust drug dealers, stop crime and be a hero.  No, I’d love to be a police officer for a single day, just so I could troll the ever-living shit out of law breakers, and by “troll,” I mean enforce the fucking law.

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Using money depresses me

I know just about all of it has to do with the fact that I can be a cheap motherfucker from time to time.  Often times I feel like I have to tell myself that it’s okay to spend money that I’ve saved up for the occasional splurge, vacation, emergency or rainy day.  I’m pretty sure I get my reluctance to drop large sums of money from my own fairly financially conservative family, and it doesn’t help that given some of the circumstances of my parents’ divorce, there’s an expectation of my sister and I that we’re going to have to help financially support both of them at some point, when I’m struggling on a fairly consistent basis to keep my own head above water.

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Gazelle? More like GazelLOL

“We’ll pay you more than you probably think.”

Remember that commercial? The pretty brunette that looks really approachable and pleasant, explaining why Gazelle.com is so reliable and great? Yeah, that one.

Anyway, with the acquisition of my new iPhone, I was curious to see just how much more than I probably thought Gazelle would be willing to pay for my old HTC Evo, since I really have no more need for it anymore.

As you can see above, Gazelle.com appears to have assumed that I was probably thinking I would get $0 for my HTC Evo, because they’re so willing to blow my presumed assumptions away with a whopping $6 offer.

Yeah no, I think I’ll keep my Evo. If anything at all, it’s a good alarm clock, and I can still use it as such for the time being.

Acronym fail, among other fails

I’ve noticed this particular billboard on my way to work in the mornings over the last few days.  Initially, I thought about how much of a failure it was that there was absolutely zero explanation to what “YMCMB” stood for, but considering that we’re in Atlanta, the particular location of this billboard often leans towards blatant black-power messages; I figured it was just another poorly-veiled “black people are better than you non-blacks” propaganda message.

But for what it’s worth, I’ve driven past it enough, and it visually stuck enough to the point where has piqued my curiosity to Google it, so in a way they have gotten a tiny measure of victory from their advertisement.  Unfortunately, it also verifies a lot of what I theorized it was and has subsequently become a topic for me to brog about.

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Although this is probably all staged, I still dislike it

Long story short: Woman in California buys two Super Bowl tickets from someone living in Florida for just under $5,000 off of a Craigslist ad. FedEx package arrives, containing nothing but a crappy black and white promotional image of the Super Bowl with “Enjoy the game! Go Ravens! LOL.” Butthurt woman somehow manages to do nothing but get the story to go viral on the internet, and Ticketmaster swoops into the rescue and provides her with four, completely free tickets.

I dislike this story very much. And I don’t really believe it’s a real story, and that it’s completely staged by all parties involved.

If it were real, the woman who was screwed out of $5,000 goes all Liam Neeson from Taken on this motherfucker in Florida. She has his phone number, and they allegedly spoke on the phone several times. If it were real, she calls him up and gives him most of the same monologue Liam Neeson gave, with most specifically the part where I will find you, and I will kill you.

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