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Maryland Fail: This much clarification is needed
My criticism of Maryland (drivers) is often dismissed, because I’m a Virginia native; we’re expected to be critical of all things Maryland, as they are supposed to be towards those from Virginia. But seriously, when I say Maryland drivers are godawful, I mean that they seriously are godawful. No awareness of their surroundings, an inability to utilize turn signals, and overall a constant threats to be around whilst on the road.
The fact that Maryland drivers need this much clarification to understand a red light speaks volumes. Apparently, far too often, a Maryland driver has decided to not acknowledge the signal in front of them, and deem the green light for adjacent traffic to be sufficient enough to be the green light for them. And probably gotten away with it, because Maryland is full of fucking idiots, to where obvious signs like this are necessitated in order to create disclosure.
A confusion of imitation/infringement
So before I came up to Aberdeen prior to the zombie run, I scoured the interwebs for potential things to do, places to see and of course, things to eat. Among the pursuit of unique dining, this story came across. Long story short, popular In-N-Out is suing obscure Aberdeen’s Grab-N-Go for too closely copying their style; as in their logo it too similar, and their menu is also too similar. Considering the fact that In-N-Out’s menu consists of burgers, fries and soda, that’s not particularly difficult for any hamburger restaurant to accomplish.
Anyway, suing Grab-N-Go was probably the biggest favor that In-N-Out could have possibly done, because it has put Grab-N-Go on the map, and inquisitive people like me end up really wanting to visit.
Now look back to the image above: I’ll give In-N-Out the logo, because it really is kind of reminiscent of theirs, with the circle, and the format of the text and the positioning of its sub lines.
Excitement in the air
It started last night, when it became apparent that my ghost town of a little Days Inn was well occupied suddenly. This morning at complimentary continental breakfast, were several obvious-purposed persons, doing what I had in mind; get fueled up and get prepared for the zombie run. Upon speaking with a few of them, most seem to be from New Jersey, New York and Pennsylvania, as I’d imagine anyone who lives in Virginia or fuckingMaryland is probably just going to commute it.
But no make mistake, as much as I’d like to have thought I was the only zombie runner staying in this place, regardless of the “official” accommodations in Edgewood, fuckingMaryland, but I’m clearly not. That’s not a bad thing though, seeing other people here for it has awakened some excitement within me, and 1 p.m. can’t get here soon enough. All this unknown and anticipation is making me stir-crazy.
My best friend said this
You know something, I think I should start a series of these. However, that would require some retroactive effort to actually utilize tags and keywords, to which the simple thought of is pretty exhausting.
Maryland still sucks balls, and I hate this fucking state. I have driven on I-95 in nine states, and at no point are people dumber than when they’re in Maryland.
The zombie run is in less than 24 hours. I am feeling apprehensive, nervous, excited, ill-prepared and determined.
Mildly perturbed
Lately, I’ve been a little irritable. A little bit of it has to do with daily nuisances that come with having several pets in the home, and a significantly large bit has to do with a scenario that could be really good or really bad, depending on what happens in the process. Regardless, it’s filled with the unknown, and I don’t really like too much of the unknown right in front of me.
More of it has to do with a lot of the anxiety of the unknown that stands in front of me this weekend, as I will embark on an adventure to prove my capabilities in surviving a simulated zombie apocalypse, when I challenge Run For Your Lives. I don’t know what to expect, and this concerns me, because I’m a very competitive person, and I want very much to succeed at “surviving” the run. More unknown, and it has me a little on edge.
Photos: Nationals Park baseball trip
With the season winding down, I decided to go up to Virginia and catch some bonus Braves baseball while spending time with my friends. Even though I knew that the Braves always play like shit up in Nationals Park, I would rather set superstition aside for good company and live baseball. Despite the fact that the Braves managed to pull out the victory in the Friday game, they came back down to earth on Saturday and Sunday, by promptly getting pwned, as is customary in D.C., bringing my record to seeing the Braves at Nationals Park to an awesome 1-5.