Too easy

So wait.  You’re telling me a place called “Hood Mart” was busted for all sorts of illegal activity, including drugs and piracy?

Now what ever could have possibly led to the suspicion that ultimately resulted in the necessity for a SWAT raid with armored vehicles?

Seriously though, I don’t know if it was arrogance or ignorance to open up a joint called Hood Mart and put it in a section of town that’s generally perceived to be well, the hood.  A part of me wants to believe that it’s like that one episode of Batman the Animated Series where a property owner switches the theme of his casino to the Joker, anticipating that the real Joker will object and destroy the place, to which he could cash in on a lucrative insurance policy that just so happened to have been conveniently applied.

I think CBS Atlanta really needs to be keeping an eye out on the name of whomever owns the property that Hood Mart is on, and see if there’s insurance policies in place for like if the tenants get the place ransacked by the police or something.

This is what is crippling Atlanta this week

It’s hard to tell from this shot of my backyard, but although it doesn’t look like a whole lot, there’s a lot of ice coating everything. This ice has managed to knock out all the power in my neighborhood and this has been the case for the last four hours.

I’m posting this from my warm bed, where I will remain for the next few hours, reading books I guess. While I have some daylight, I may as well get started on the 924 page behemoth, Haruki Murakami’s 1Q84. And when I lose daylight, then it’s iPad kindle.

geeg Mother Nature, geeg.

You spoony weather!

I am working from home today, on account of offices being closed due to inclimate weather.  It’s certainly chilly outside, and there’s constant rain falling, but it’s not exactly the Icepocalypse that the weather was condemning.  Supposedly the brunt of this current polar snap is going to be tomorrow, and that it will be no laughing matter then.

I can’t really complain though.  Given the embarrassment of massive proportions suffered by the city and state from Snowpocalypse a few weeks ago, I’m not the least bit surprised to see the state going the route of hyper-sensitive and preemptively reactionary as opposed to sitting on their thumbs and letting the entire state turn into the joke of the entire world all over again.

Speaking of jokes though, I couldn’t resist.  Feeble Tellah dropping the piddly Ice-1 onto the city for massive damage seems about right in my perspective.  When the day is over, it’s still going to be ice, and the State of Georgia will really never be able to prepare for it, aside from doing what they can to make sure people stay indoors and off the roads.

But at least I don’t have to change out of sleep clothes, and can relax a little bit as long as no assignments come through the work email.

I knew the story was going to be good when I saw “MARTA”

Long story short: Man escapes from a prisoner transport bus, two hours later is caught at a MARTA station.

I’m having a hard time deciding between whether if the prisoner was made dumber by being in the proximity of a MARTA station, or if MARTA is like a beacon of stupidity that draws its own kind like moths to lights.  Either way, while perusing through the AJC’s website, when I saw the word “MARTA” in the headline, I knew it was going to be an instant classic.

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Nothing (realistically) can be done about it

Impetus: Atlanta Regional Commission proposes ideas that would cost about $59 billion dollars which could theoretically alleviate traffic.

I hate to write about it every time something like this comes up, but there’s something about the topic of Atlanta’s incessantly horrendous traffic that sets me off.  Maybe it’s because so often times is the case, I’ve suffered a particularly bad morning of traffic when I get to work and eventually begin reading the news, there’s something about the fair city’s bad traffic that just aggravates me.

Anyway, the posted link is basically a story about how some probably likely crooked bureaucrats want nearly 25 years of a boatload of money to do a whole lot of nothing AKA attempt to “solve” Atlanta’s traffic woes.  It’s not that I’m deliberately trying to sound pessimistic towards the idea of alleviating traffic, it’s just the fact of the matter, conclusive and succinct is that Atlanta traffic is unsolvable, and that nothing short of changing the topography of the entire city, destroying existing, and creating an entirely new, actually planned, road system and implementing an efficient and planned mass transit system, would actually help.

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Oh Atlanta

I’m fairly certain that this isn’t the first time I’ve used this headline before. I’m too lazy to cross-check though, but the context is probably the same – shame. There’s also a high probability that if I have used it before, it too was probably related to one of Atlanta’s biggest embarrassments: MARTA.

Long story short: Due to the overwhelming problem of people urinating in MARTA elevators, MARTA will be wasting even more money to install “Urine Detection Devices” (UDDs) to attempt to deter people from peeing in the elevators.

Obviously, MARTA is one gigantic joke to the world, especially those of us that live in Atlanta, but honestly, I had no idea that this was even an issue. Being physically capable of using my legs, I have always utilized the stairs or the escalators, and I can honestly say that I’ve never once been inside of a MARTA elevator. But apparently, it’s among the worst experiences on the planet due to the fact that people have a tendency to use them as public urinals.

Thank goodness for physical competence.

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Somewhere, something has gone terribly wrong

This picture was taken at 7:10 a.m. Eastern Standard Time on a Wednesday morning.  I am roughly 3.5 miles away from my final destination, and it will take me 30 minutes to traverse a stretch of road that would ordinarily take just under four, if traveling at the legal speed limit of 55 mph.  It is not the fact that this was exceptionally bad that serves as the impetus of this post, it’s the fact that this is absolutely ordinary that it does.

Actually, that’s not entirely true, because I’ve seen endured it worse before, many, many times.  These electronic signs scattered insufficiently throughout the outskirts of the Metro Atlanta area are harbingers of dread and symbols of ineptitude.  15-17 actually isn’t bad, as it’s usually 24-26 most of the time, and if there’s absolutely any precipitation, it’s 38-40; the general rule is to add 10-12 minutes to that, which is a more accurate estimation.  And if there’s an accident, it’s guaranteed to occur right under the sign, so that there’s absolutely zero chance of you knowing there’s an accident in advance and detour, and that you’ll see the sign just as you’re approaching the calamity.

Just once, during a particularly bad morning, I’d like to simply see it say “YOU’RE FUCKED.”

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