I don’t think I like this place anymore

I’ve seen this sign countless times in my life, but I never really thought about it until today. Visually, it’s essentially a can with a bite taken out it. A can. An aluminum one, I’m presuming, no less. There’s also a piece of paper or something behind it, but the focal point of it is still a can, with a bite taken out of it.

Who the hell would take a bite of a can? I don’t understand it. I also don’t understand how such a shoddy display of “art” is the de facto visual representation of attempting to discourage people from littering.

The message really being sent is “we understand that that aluminum can probably did not taste vey good in that massive bite you took, Mr. Sasquatch, but please don’t haphazardly toss it aside.”

But this was one of the fluffier thoughts going through my head this weekend. Otherwise, it’s been a fairly trying and difficult few days, and I can’t really sleep right now, because all I really feel is this gloomy disappointed feeling. Naturally, out of courtesy to those who wish to look/”borrow” pictures or see what lame attempts at humor I make next, I’ll keep the more emo-y words behind a courtesy jump, for all six of you that actually read what I write.

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A prime example of the fail lights of Atlanta

Atlanta is pretty notorious for its crippling highway traffic.  After all, it’s where four interstates, and Georgia State Route 400 all intersect, dumping a million people into the city in the mornings, and a million people all trying to get out in the afternoons, all while another million people are just passing through going north, south, west, and sometimes east at varying times of the day.  These highways are mostly neglected by law enforcement since most cops don’t want to bother getting tangled in the web of traffic in their own right and the massive number of regular HOV violators is about the largest untapped revenue generator as a college football playoff would be.  All in all, it leads to a regular conclusion of standstill traffic, unhappy commuters, and a whole lot of people hating Atlanta.

As bad as the highways are however, the surface streets of Atlanta aren’t much better.  In fact, I would wager to even say that they’re even worse, because at least on the highway, it’s often clear to what is causing traffic, which is usually a fuckton of idiot drivers who do nothing but swerve and cut in front of everyone, causing everyone to regularly fan out in all lanes to try and get to their desired exits before everyone else does, even if it jeopardizes the safety of everybody else.

But on the surface streets, the traffic isn’t so much often the fact that people are fucking retarded behind the wheels of their cars as much as it is the fact that Atlanta simply has poorly-timed traffic lights, all over the entire fucking city.  I haven’t met too many people astute enough to realize this, but it’s absolutely true; just look at the picture up above.

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lol, yeah no, nice try

Some politician wants to try and pass a bill where driving in the left lane of a highway would be a ticketable offense, unless it were being used for solely passing.  Yeah no, that’s not going to happen in Atlanta, a city where there’s traffic between the hours of 6 a.m. to 9 p.m. every single day of the week, relegating the left lane to just another lane that gets clogged full of incompetent and inconsiderate drivers.

Yes, I read the entire article, and I know that it’s not illegal to be in the left lane as long as it follows certain guidelines.  But I still contest that such a bill’s not going to happen, and even if it does, it’s just going to be another law that is ignored by the incompetent Georgia police, and won’t change a single fucking thing.

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Photos: Cupid’s Undie Run Atlanta

Well howdy there.  If you’re reading this, you’re either one of the seven people that regularly visit my site, or you’re an inquiring Google traveler who happened to put search for the query “undie run atlanta” or something along those lines, because why else: you’re looking for pictures of yourself!  After all, there were many, many people taking pictures throughout the event (including questionable, kind of pervy old people not a part of the event with cameras); why couldn’t there be the possibility that some of them end up on the internet?  Well lucky for you, I’m in the habit of sharing the random photos I take from the events I do that I take pictures at.  And hopefully for your sake, you find one of yourself.

Who was I?  I was that weirdo Asian guy with the championship belt that came to the run like a creepy perv, showing up to an event where people are all in their underwear all by myself.  But it’s because I’m gangster like that, not (entirely) because I wanted gawk at women.  As hard as it may be to believe if you recall seeing me, I’m actually a pretty avid runner, and for the record I finished the mile run probably within the first 15-20 runners.  But yeah, I like to take pictures and post them up on the internet.

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At least say “please”

Over the course of the last few days, I’ve had an inordinate number of deadbeats asking me for handouts.  Each of the last few times I’ve went to get gas, there has been someone who comes up to me, doesn’t say “excuse me” or “pardon me,” or any other polite greeting one might consider to a complete stranger, and just straight up asks me for money.

And it’s not like “hey man got any change” or asking for loose currency that could be considered negligible to me, but could turn into something substantial for them.  These guys have been straight up asking “got a few bucks I can have?”  A few bucks?  Why the fuck would I want to give a complete stranger a few bucks, when I could probably make better use of a few bucks?  A few bucks easily gets me Taco Bell because I fucking love Taco Bell, and I sure as shit ain’t going to forfeit Taco Bell for some beggar.  Or a few bucks goes into the collection of some other few bucks, and turns into many bucks that I could use on something for me, or my needs, because it’s money that I’ve earned.

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Don’t hold your breath, Keith

The new general manager of MARTA vows to win public trust

Yeah, good luck there chief. I have to say, this article was a pretty great source of some inadvertent, ironic humor. And I feel like deconstructing a lot of the false truths published to hide the obvious ones.

The poll (that the AJC conducted) found the public’s biggest beef with MARTA was that it was inconvenient because it too often didn’t go to their destination and they didn’t need it because they had a car.

Despite the fact that this statement is true, I vehemently deny the claim that it was the public’s biggest beef. Although I unofficially and likely inappropriately speak on behalf of everyone, the biggest beef that people have with MARTA is the simple fact that it doesn’t feel clean or safe, on top of the fact that it rarely goes to anyone’s destination.

The last time I was on MARTA, there was a man and an elderly woman having a very animated argument, that escalated into the man repeatedly and publicly declaring that physical violence was on the horizon for her. Something about how she threw his cell phone away in a fit of rage from an earlier spat, and how he was going to whoop her ass when they got home. Naturally nobody did anything, including myself while this was going on, but one patron did inform a MARTA “officer” when they got off, prompting the arguing parties to escape amidst a crowd.

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As if MARTA weren’t enough of a joke

There’s so many things to possibly say about this little gem that I would never have seen if it not for my friend Bunny, but for the sake of letting the “gawd, danny is such a racist” thermometer cool down a little bit, I’ll refrain.

But anyway, as if Atlanta needs to be the butt of any more jokes, here we have this embarrassing video that exists, because there are a lot of people that genuinely have no common sense when it comes to dealing with public transportation. Not only does it seem completely unnecessary and ironically depressing, it makes an attempt to create awareness that Atlanta, does in fact, have a WNBA team. I didn’t know the WNBA was even still around, too. And its mascot goes around cockblocking a bunch of MARTA users from being time efficient; seriously, if you don’t make an attempt to run after a bus or try to beat elevator doors, what happens afterwards? You waste time, end up late, and get shitcanned from Taco Bell.

Honestly, I’m not sure what’s worse – this video, or the fact that there are “subway fights” that show up with World Star Hip Hop watermarks on a weekly basis that are obviously happening at MARTA trains or stations.

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