Tag: rage

Atlanta doesn’t give a shit about its south end

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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

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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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The most frustrating game since Battletoads

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The difference with Battletoads was that you had a very finite number of lives, and once you were out it’s game over, and there were no substantial number of continues.  And when that happened, your NES controller typically went through a wall, foot through the console, and you didn’t have to worry about giving the speedbike levels another shot, and you could move on.

And if it was anything like Battletoads/Double Dragon, the game itself was aware of when you used cheat codes, and penalized you at the end of the game subsequently.

The point is, Donkey Kong: Tropical Freeze was pretty much the most frustrating game I’ve played in ages.  If I were a kid completely devoid of discipline and Prozac, the WiiU control would have been destroyed at least 72 times by the time I finally beat the game, but it was my girlfriend’s (I know, right) system, and she would have ditched me at the curb if I did such.  Needless to say, it made me feel boiling levels of game rage that I didn’t know I even still had anymore.

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Unnecessary demonstrations of status

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For the most part, I’m okay with what I do for a living, and whom I do it for.  It’s nowhere near as cool as some of the things that my friends and acquaintances might be doing work for, but on the same token, I’ve got a degree of security and some particular perks that those same people might never have in their own respective careers.

But if there’s ever anything that lights an angry fire under my ass in an instant, is when people in a position of power attempt to make unnecessary changes to protocol for basically no other reason than that they want everyone underneath them on the organizational structure to know that they’re in a position of power.

The case in point that leads to this agitated rant is the fact that across the board is a supposed “updated” dress code that is going to become effective immediately as soon as it’s announced.  The new dress code, as it pertains to men, will be that we’re supposed to wear a dress shirt with tie; on a daily basis.

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Blogging will never die, as long as I can help it

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Impetus: A well-known blogger decides to call it quits, Mashable deems such an appropriate occasion to write a requiem for the practice of blogging as a whole.

Much like billions of people don’t know who I am, or have ever visited my URL, I have no idea who Andrew Sullivan is, nor can I say that I’ve ever read the Daily Dish.  However, I do know that in spite of putting up quite a good fight for roughly about as long as I’ve been writing stuff and posting it to the internet under my own one-man operation, Andrew Sullivan is, like millions of would-be bloggers in front of him, another quitter.

Chalk the Daily Dish up as another blog that will have the plug pulled from it, to sit dormant and collect dust until the registration on the domain is eventually forgotten, un-renewed, and transforms into a link re-direct site by an entity with the wherewithal to try and capitalize on the negligent mistake URL search.

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The power of PowerPoint

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I try and not have a lot of things in my life that I can legitimately say that I hate, as unbelievable as that may sound.  But seriously, I think that it takes a modicum of emotional attachment to hate something, and there are times in which I don’t want to give any particular person, place or thing the satisfaction of having some sort of attachment at all to me, even if it is one that of hatred.

But god damn, do I ever fucking hate PowerPoint.

Seriously, nothing ruins my day faster than having to do something in PowerPoint.  Projects in PowerPoint not only make me want to quit my job, they make me feel like the world is this gigantic flawed place where nothing can possibly go right.  They make me question existence outright, and make me feel apocalyptic feelings of ending the world and that everything on the planet is putrid shit.

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