Man, What A Stupid Commercial #014

Synopsis: A smooth, Barry White-talking dinosaur in a leather jacket stands outside of a tour bus, appearing to be something like a roadie for a band called Wild Cherry or similar. An excited female Pop Tart shows up, exclaiming her excitement at seeing the band’s tour bus. Roadiesaur asks if she’d like to meet the band, and upon affirmation, invites her into the bus. Pop Tart scampers into the bus that leads her precariously through the top of the roof. Roadiesaur then pushes a switch, which causes Pop Tart to sink back into the bus, whose walls then collapse revealing that it’s not really a bus, but a toaster – of doom! Upon successful execution of his diabolical plan, Roadiesaur cockily boasts the money line: “Groupies are easy.

Okay, so it’s not so much that this commercial is necessarily stupid, but there is one thing that I’d like to point out: isn’t the plot of this whole scenario basically murder? Not just any murder, but first degree murder?

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Are Ravens fans really this dumb?

As we all know by now, the answer to questions like these is always yes, but for the sake of having something to write about…

Long story short: Upon returning to Ravens training camp after being in court for domestic violence charges, Ray Rice was given a hero’s welcome and multiple standing ovations by fans in attendance.

The WSJ link really does sum it up succinctly, but I can recant the story with profanity.  Fans have the right to react in however manner they please, but to give a hero’s welcome a guy who was in court for beating the shit out of his wife?  That’s disgusting.

Ravens fans are dumb.  Cheering for a guy that has pretty much been caught on camera striking is wife, knocking her out cold, and dragging her unconscious out of a casino elevator.

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This stuff writes itself

Long story short: WWE wrestler Daniel Bryan comes home, discovers two men fleeing after breaking into his residence, gives chase, catches one, takes him down and puts him in a chokehold until authorities arrive.

I know people think wrestling is all fake and all, but it’s stories like this that I always get a ton of enjoyment out of, because in spite of the scripted storylines and predetermined match outcomes, the physicality of wrestling is still very real.

It’s apparent that the burglars had to know they were breaking into Daniel Bryan’s home, because it’s implied that they might have been the ones to have done it ten days prior. Clearly, they had no fear of robbing a person who emulates violence for a living, or the repercussions that could have occurred if they ran into said person, since they tried.

What’s funny to me is that Daniel Bryan’s first instinct to do upon catching the crook, was a wrestling maneuver. Sure, he does it for a living, but in the land of reality, a physical strike of some sort would be my first instinct. When I chased off the two thugs that broke into my house while I was home, I ran at them with a metal baseball bat, and thoughts of putting them into a LaBell Lock with it were the last thing in my mind.

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lol MARTA #212

Brief: MARTA rejects Clayton County’s offer to incorporate a 0.5¢ county-wide tax increase in order to bring MARTA buses down into Clayton County.

Translation: Despite the fact that MARTA is a sham of a transit authority and a company in the first place, even they don’t want to get themselves involved with Clayton County.

Man, as much as I rag on MARTA, in the end it must really suck to be Clayton County.

In the end, this has everything to do with money, because as it stands now, the other counties have a 1¢ tax in place to help fund having MARTA in the first place.  The speculation is that MARTA wants them to pay a full penny just like everyone else, and now the ball is back in Clayton County’s court to see if they’re willing to go along with it.

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Good enough to have fooled Vegas

Just when it seemed like I had nothing to write about today, the outlet known as “life” gave me something that might seem remotely interesting to at least one or two of my six readers.

I have a tendency to sit on cash sometimes.  Sometimes it’s because no reason other than I simply don’t want to take the time to go a bank or ATM to deposit it, other times it’s like a mental challenge; like if I can operate my regularly scheduled life without X dollars in my account, I can always fall back onto this cash as something of a safety net.

Regardless, I spent a little bit of money that warranted me deciding to put the cash back into my bank account to cover for some of the expenditures, grant a little bit of breathing room and give me a little bit of peace of mind.  So I went to an ATM to deposit the cash, and a hundred dollar bill kept getting spit out by the ATM.  I tried it three times, to no avail.  My skepticism was immediately piqued at that point, but there was also the remote possibility that it was ATM sensitivity.

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Oh, Georgia vol. 77

Part of my morning routine is reading the local news.  Yeah, I know the world is full of enthralling stories on a daily basis, but the AM hours are a time in which the days are young, so why should I expand the wings so early in the morn, when there’s still so much time ahead of me?  Needless to say however, the local news is sometimes all that I need in order to find an impetus to write something.

And in days like today, sometimes I get a couple of things that catch my fancy, that aren’t necessarily enough to justify warranting an entire wall of text, but combined, make for a hearty post nonetheless.

Another day, another MARTA fight recorded – you know how people believe that as people grow up, they tend to leave certain behaviors behind, like judging people irrationally based on nothing more than physical differences?  Yeah, not so much in this particular case.

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Preparing for the demise of Tysons Corner

Impetus: May 27, 2014 is the estimated date in which the DC Metro Silver Line opens up the route to Tysons Corner.

Knee-jerk reaction: May 27, 2014 is the estimated date in which Tysons Corner begins its new identity as the second coming of Springfield Mall.

In other words, this is, whether people realize it or not, terrible, terrible news for Tysons Corner, and the surrounding McLean area.  A lot of people don’t want to admit it, because it insinuates a hint of racial bias, profiling and other negative connotations, but the demise of Springfield Mall and the commercial death of all surrounding area coincides perfectly with the extension of the blue line and creation of the Springfield-Franconia Metro stop.  Like Cinderella’s glass fucking slipper.

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