Still stuck at home on account of Snowpocalypse

This is a picture of the outside of my house.  If you notice, the ice on the roads has melted a good bit, yet precisely where the asphalt of the street begins right outside of my driveway, the ice has not melted, and is still somewhat thick.  My office has been closed for two days now and I’m fairly confident that they will be open tomorrow, but the thing is that this ice directly in front of my driveway is still going to be somewhat complicating, especially in the early AM hours when I am expected to be heading to work.

It doesn’t look like a lot of ice to traverse to get back onto solid asphalt, but the thing is that it’s going uphill, and my car is front-wheel drive and compact (read: lightweight); there’s no guarantee that it will be an easy task.  Conversely, I could always go downhill, and loop around on another side street of my suburban sprawl, but what’s not seen in the picture is how much further beyond my house that the ice continues to be present, all on a downhill.  I’ve seen cars sliding down my street in the past, and I’d rather not be one of them myself.

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Snowpocalyptic musings

As it seems to be the case every three to five years in Atlanta, snow has befallen our fine city.  As it seems to be the case every time it happens, the entire city is in utter chaos; as the city and the state are ill-equipped when it comes to snow removal equipment, the roads often go unsalted and unplowed, and as the temperatures dip, everything freezes solid, and it’s safe to say that for the next day or three, it will be a very, very bad idea to get in a car and attempt to drive anywhere.  The irony in this statement is the fact that it’s literally two inches of snow that’s causing all this mayhem, because the city and state are completely incapable of clearing it from the roads.

The last time Snowpocalypse hit Atlanta, I ended up missing an entire week of work, which at the time was most definitely not a good thing, because I was still doing freelance work, therefore not being at work meant that I was not getting paid.  However, this time around, the circumstances are different, and I’m not terribly penalized by Mother Nature’s horseman.

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The Moneyball of online dating

Long story short: math whiz conducts data research on OkCupid’s question survey profiles, and uses the data to more thoroughly compile potential compatible women for him.  After gathering enough information on what he’s typically looking for, he massages his own profile(s) to become a mathematically high-percentage compatibility match for the types of women he’s targeting.  In the end, he manages to go on a bunch of dates and ultimately meets a girl he’s now going to marry.

So I wonder when this is going to be made into a book by Michael Lewis or Ben Mezrich?  And then how long it’s going to take to be made into a movie directed by Steven Soderbergh?  I bet the movie will have the main character played by Jesse Eisenberg or Andrew Garfield, but definitely not someone that actually looks like the real person.

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Trying something new

Over the last two years or so, there have been more than just a few instances of where people have asked me if I had a card, so where they could get in touch with me or find out where they might be able to see/obtain the pictures that I take at conventions.  Kind of embarrassingly, I’ve always said no, because I didn’t; you’d think that since I like taking pictures of costumers, and I like opportunities to cultivate and make acquaintances, it would only make sense that I should have a card or something to share information.  But I didn’t, and after years of taking pictures, there are people who won’t see my site and subsequently themselves, and there are people that I will never speak with again.  Or something like that.

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Was this really necessary?

Anyone who notices the sites that I link to might notice Me In My Place, which sure, at a cursory glance looks like a pervy site full of girls running around in their underwear.  And I’m not going to deny that I don’t not enjoy seeing girls running around in their underwear, but in all honesty, I like the concept of the site, and as someone who hopefully will show some improvement in photography, I find the site as sort of inspirational as well.

When I look at the site, it’s not because I’m trying to get my jollies, I’m viewing as a fan and admirer of their art.  What kind of twisted person would actually link their personal arousal preferences on their own blog??

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The problem with “The Problem With…” Posts

The short answer is that they’re almost always hypocritical in nature.  Often times the impetus of a Problem with ___ is the fact that the person writing it is in disagreement with something that is fairly commonplace in the time in which it was written.  They just don’t like something.  They’re compromised and biased against it.  Hell, I’m 100% confident that I’ll write something in this post that directly contradicts something else I’ve ever said if there was any of my seven readers who would be so dedicated to try and find said contradiction later on.

Anyway, a number of my Facebook friends have been sharing this particular link, where a blogger is pointing out that there is a problem with cosplay celebrity.  Here’s the very first sentence of the entire post:

My husband and I are both 501st.

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Suck it, mainstream

These days, I honestly don’t give two shits about the MLB All-Star Game.  You’d think that a baseball fan like myself would enjoy seeing “the best” players in baseball, playing in a single exhibition game, where fans get a chance to see some dream matchups between star pitchers versus star hitters.

That would be great when such a thing happens, and I’d really like someone to let me know when and if it ever does.

The All-Star Game is a pretty well-known mockery to professional sport these days, since it’s now become the furthest thing from a relaxed exhibition game for the fans.  With a set of rules and guidelines, most importantly the aspect being that it “actually counts” in respect to the winning league getting home-field advantage in the World Series, it’s gone from a fun and leisurely baseball game into a tense, controversial event that always spawns the same arguments every single year.

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