And according to Google Maps, it’s only two tenths of a mile long.
Must be some really sad lives out in Birmingham, to have such a short memory lane down there.
Roll Tide?
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The stereotype behind Lucida Calligraphy
The other day, I got a PowerPoint file, that I was tasked to “clean up.” Since I’m one of the few people left on the planet apparently, who knows how to correctly use PowerPoint, and its archaic method of style sheets and templates, I get this kind of request a lot.
Apparently, whomever had worked on this PowerPoint before it was turned over to me, also had no idea what they were doing. Margins completely inconsistent and text boxes and objects shifting all over the place upon scrolling though the slides. Colors, ever so slightly shifting between slides. And most blatantly, the fact that slides that were title slides in between categories had all their titles written in Lucida Calligraphy.
My boss stated “I don’t know what kind of person did this, but it needs to be fixed.”
I had to hold my tongue at the answer that immediately popped into my head.
Why I don’t watch previews anymore
In short, frankly, I don’t want to have anything spoiled for me anymore. In short, it appears that nobody knows how to put together a preview for anything anymore, without giving something crucial away.
Case in point, prior to watching the season 2.5 premiere of The Walking Dead, there was a brief preview montage of what to expect in the next 6-7 episodes. In this montage of visuals, there was a clip of a gold sedan getting flipped over – this is obviously big, considering the pool of characters in which are capable of driving a motor vehicle is pretty limited to the core cast, meaning someone’s going to be getting seriously hurt. Obviously, it’s absurd to think that nobody’s going to get hurt in a show about annihilation and survival, but knowing in advance that someone is going to get into a car wreck is something I’d rather not be told ahead of time.
Five packets of raw sugar into 12 ounces of coffee
As I poured half and half and one Splenda into my own 12 ounces of coffee, my first thought was that eventually, this man was going to rudely reach across and grab for the half and half when I am done. Like the social troll I can sometimes be, I took my sweet time pouring the usual excess coffee out for all my dead homies, and prepping it the way I like it before relinquishing the oft-demanded half and half.
This man didn’t at all seem the least bit concerned about the half and half because I realized that he was in the midst of ripping open his third packet of raw sugar, and pouring it into his coffee. He repeated this action twice more while I stirred and re-lidded my own drink before heading back to the office.
I know the raw sugar isn’t as sweet as processed sugar, but essentially what it does to your body is about the same. Five packets of sugar? Into a small coffee? That can’t be normal.
On another note, I just realized that this is my 500th brog post. What better way to ring in a substantial number than talking about retards?
Conspiracy Theory: Jeremy Lin, the NBA’s Prodigal Son
Don’t get me wrong, seeing Jeremy Lin tearing up the NBA right now is a pretty cool thing going on right now. In spite of all the controversy behind race, upbringing, race, education and race, Jeremy Lin is making a league vastly composed of everyone not Asian, look like his personal playground.
I’ll enjoy the Jeremy Lin highlights as he continues to make them happen, and I’ll laugh mockingly at all the horrible Jeremy Lin puns that are sprouting and spreading like AIDS in Thailand, but I have to excuse myself and be one of those guys, at trying to contain some excitement. Forgive me, for I come from a baseball-first fandom in which nothing is sustainable, everything has an end, numbers rule all, and I’m only allowed to suspend disbelief for those within the Atlanta Braves organization.
That being said, my latest crazy conspiracy theory goes along the lines of this:
Jeremy Lin is being allowed to run amok and dominate the shit out of the NBA, because the NBA needs it.
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Holy hell
Has it grown with age? I mean, everyone knew that Triple H always had a big schnozz, but in comparison to Shawn Michaels’ diminutive-sized in comparison sniffer, it’s like comparing watermelons to grapes.
Seriously, not really the best camera angle to use at all, if Mr. Levesque is at all conscientious about the size of his nose.
Only one thing missing
I’m sore as hell today. My body aches when I get out of my chair, walking is somewhat laborious, and I’m finding that when I lift my arms to do certain things, sometimes my arms hit a point of failure to rise beyond a certain point. After the first day, I thought I was okay, but after day two, and hitting some muscle groups that I could never really exercise from home, has reduced me to being sore and wobbly legged.
Regardless, I see all of this as positive, since these are all signs of growing stronger and improving, and hopefully sooner rather than later, I will feel really good about myself when my pants begin to not feel so tight anymore, as long as I keep this up.
But I have to say that I’ve kind of been spoiled with the last two gyms I’d been a member of prior to this one, because I seem to have a lot of gripes with the new one already. Aside from the meatheads, it’s simply a crowded gym. And it’s no more crowded than in the one place any guy would wish weren’t so crowded – the locker room.