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Over eleven years in the making

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This serves as a preview picture of the 100 photos I took over the weekend, and a reminder that I am indeed in the brogging business.  May was a gauntlet of a month to begin with, and I’m hardly finding much time to catch up with personal brogging shit from a combination of prior engagements, baseball, family shit, and work.  But back from the wedding of my big gay brother, I am left with a feeling of happiness for him, and recognition of a good time altogether.  Pictures will be soon coming.

But in the mean time, this may be a picture of us all looking all polished, nice, and dapper, but approximately 4,234 days ago, this following picture was taken:

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Photos: Art League Atlanta, Round 2

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Round 2 of Art League Atlanta action, as Jen advanced to the second round, with the winner going all the way to the finals.  Not really a whole lot for me to say about the whole concept, or the art in itself, but it was still a fun evening with some friends, where thankfully, I didn’t get nearly as trashed as I did in round 1, which had me waking up the next morning with a bit of a hangover.  It’s quite a scene, with a myriad of types of people, lots of drinking, lots of people pretending to be photographers, and quite a few chicks practically wearing nothing but paint, pasties and panties.

As for Jen and her opponent, the best analogy I have for the situation is that it was like 80s-90s WWF women’s division, where Alundra Blayze was the champion.  She was also thin, in shape, and blonde.  And since it’s easy for the fans to assume that the pretty champion was the good guy, Vince McMahon always fed her a steady diet of opponents that were weird, not-quite as good looking, and a tad on the rotund side.  Perfect analogy.

She also did a whole lot of weird abstract art, which made absolutely no sense to me, whenever I glanced at her execution.  Oh, she’s using a hair dryer on her piece… but it doesn’t really change the fact that it still kinda sucked.  Now I don’t pretend that I have some extensive art background, despite the fact that I’m somewhat of an artist myself for a living, but seriously, no fucking clue.  Smashed up plexiglass with red paint watered down, splattered onto it, and then forcefully dried with a hair dryer doesn’t really result in something at all that visually appealing, let alone sellable for actual United States currency.

But no matter, I’m only mean because of her sore loser, poorly veiled remarks towards Jen and her work.  Because Jen defeated her fairly easily in the end, to the surprise of pretty much nobody present, so in the end, it could be said that the evening was pretty successful on all accounts.

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Sounds about right

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As of right now, I’ve missed six flights back to Atlanta, and I’m currently stranded at Reagan National Airport.  The storms I narrowly avoided leaving Atlanta on Friday ultimately caught up with me on Saturday, and in the process forced pretty much every airline to cancel flights left and right, to which the continuous backlash of such backlogging is striking me with much vengeance at this very moment.  I predict I will miss a total of twelve flights by the time I’m able to get through.  Thankfully I have plenty to read, and the requisite internet access to bitch and moan about how much my April’s been sucking.

Needless to say, without question, I won’t be able to make it back to Atlanta in time for me to actually do any work that I’d get paid to do.  I have the option of calling my mom and having her get me out of here until a later time when every single flight doesn’t have 50+ other stranded passengers waiting to get on, but to be perfectly honest, I’d rather wait here at the airport.  It’s barely more comfortable here than it is at my parents’ house.

Welp

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10 minutes outside of Hagerstown, the Twitter page for the Hagerstown Suns finally breaks the news that the game I was going to go to was postponed until tomorrow.  The bad news is that I wasted a trip out to Hagersfuck for absolutely nothing, except maybe some fried brownie bites.  The good news is that my tickets are still good for tomorrow for a double header.  The bad news is that if I want to watch baseball tomorrow, I have to make another trip out to Hagersfuck.  I’d rather not spend hours of awkward silence with my dad again, and I’m actually debating on going up there on my own, and eating the cost of the second ticket for my own sanity.  Anyone out there left in this area want to go blown an afternoon watching me a baseball nerd in Hagersfuck, Maryland?

Is it really that difficult

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Three times out of four, whenever someone asks me to look at their computer, because there’s something that feels wrong, one of the first things I notice is that their virus protection is out of date, and/or there are critical Windows updates that have gone completely neglected, many of which involve important listed security updates.

Two times out of two, when it pertains to my parents, the neglect has gone way too long, and both machines are plagued with viruses, and/or rootkits that have run so rampant, that they’re pretty much doing their usual pain-in-the-ass job and preventing any scans from running, let alone detecting them.

At the rate things are going now, the game I want to go see tonight will be canceled by rain, the Braves will lose both games to the Mets, I’ll have a hellacious time trying to get back to Atlanta, and my new car will have a window smashed, doors keyed, be on blocks, and radio ripped out.

Talk about a buzzkill

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Ain’t nothing like waking up to the sounds of your parents fighting.  I don’t care what anyone says, you’re never too old to not be bothered by this kind of bullshit.

Man, and I was having a hilariously nerdy Family Guy dream.  Peter Griffin was picking lottery numbers, and wanted to cheat and create his own lottery balls rigged to have his pick of numbers.  When Joe and Bonnie appeared in the dream, it turned disturbingly sexual, when Bonnie exclaimed that her ass could create the numbered balls.  After the initial sexual innuendos and double and triple entendres, it ended with an awkward silence, and then Joe saying “no seriously, Peter.  Stick the balls up Bonnie’s butt.”  After Peter resisted, Joe did his usual flip out of “STICK THE BALLS UP BONNIE’S ASS!!!”

Only having one ping pong ball, Peter proceeded to stick it up Bonnie’s ass.  After some awkward noises, Bonnie popped the ball back out.  Printed on the ball was “116.”  And then Peter right clicked the ball and clicked on view source.  It was all ASP.  And for some reason, it required 22 lines of code to print the number 116 onto a ping pong ball.  Joe, Peter, and I laughed, Bonnie facepalmed with her typical Jennifer Tilly voice, and Peter said “betcha can’t wait to do THAT six more times, Bonnie!”

Laughs ensued.  And then I woke up.  5 cents or 5 dollars.  Either way, this trip is already not worth it.

A brilliant analogy if I must say so myself

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You know when you’re watching an episode of Deal or No Deal, and 99% of the time, the contestant will lose out on the $1,000,000, somewhere in the middle of the show?  The music gets that epic tone, and everyone face palms, and Howie Mandel goes “ohhhhh,” but then the show goes on just fine, because the case with $750,000 is still left, and that’s still a lot of money to potentially win.  But then ultimately, they’ll say “no deal,” one too many times, and not only will most of the time, they lose out on the $750,000, the $500,000, the $250,000, etc, etc, and before we know it, they’re desperately clawing at the opportunity that they can win about as much money as they would if they won a regular episode of Wheel of Fortune.  But it’s still okay, because even $25,000 is still a really nice chunk of change to win, especially for no other skill than when to say “yes.”

The situation I’m in right now is a lot like this.  But instead, the banker is dead, so there are no tempting compromises for me to possibly cash out with, and every single case above $25 has already been eliminated.  At this point, I’m literally playing for $5 or $0.05, but it doesn’t matter which one I ultimately end up with, because I’ve still really just lost the game anyway, but it’s still gotta be played for the sake of finality.

I thought this year was supposed to be better than the last year.  Even with the start of the baseball season, I can’t help but feel like garbage on a fairly regular basis, and my head’s most certainly not in the right places lately.  Call me crazy, but there are parts of me that would rather be enduring the uncertain stress of not know when my next paycheck is coming, as opposed to some of the shit I’m dealing with right now.  April is supposed to be my month, and it’s definitely not the case right now, and I’m resenting my parents for it.  I don’t really want to go to Virginia this weekend, but I’m going anyway.  Family deals with bullshit head on, not over any fucking phones.