Could have just as easily just said “Quark sucks”

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This is a good article that pretty much gives a detailed explanation of Quark’s monumental fall off of graphic design software food chain, and how they’ll pretty much never recover from it.  They should probably liquidate their assets and curl up into a ball and die, or at least try and rip off InDesign and make a cost-efficient alternative that addresses the things about InDesign that people don’t like, but then again Quark was no bulletproof vest at avoiding irrational crashes in their own right, so they should probably stick with the former idea.

It’s a decent read, and way better of an explanation than I could give, because my disdain for Quark runs so deep and exhaustive that I’m pretty much only capable of simply saying “Quark sucks,” which isn’t incorrect, but is devoid of specific details.

Seriously, there is nothing on the planet that was made in Quark that I couldn’t rebuild faster, more efficiently and less resource-intensive in InDesign.

Because Quark sucks.

Getting something off my chest

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Seeing as how only my six readers will actually read this, I can at least be alleviated from the curmudgeon nagging accusations of VagueBooking if I were to post this on social media.

I have been made unhappy with the state of my life, and no matter how much I am trying to put it out of mind and try and focus on other things, it’s extremely difficult for me to do, and I am very displeased that I am having such internal conflict that proving incapable of being overcome.

It’s not uncommon that people don’t like being forced into doing something that they don’t want to do, and even in the cases of things that are all but inevitable, people don’t like to be rushed.  That’s what I’m dealing with right now, and it’s making me hypothesize about the future, when I don’t really feel quite ready to be doing such, it’s just making me feel all sorts of anger and resentment, instead of optimism and amazement at the world of possible new adventures and opportunity.

I’m upset and disappointed right now, and I do not appreciate the fact that my being put into this state was something completely avoidable, but was negligently not.  I’d say that it’s not fair, but that would be silly to state the obvious notion that many given things in life have a possibility of being fair.

Happy recognized Moloch Day!

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I tell you what, there’s something about partially blurring things that make them extra creepy.  Googling “Moloch” this time every year, it’s like I see the same images I do in prior years, but this time, this creepy thing showed up.  Turns out that it’s from the Sleepy Hollow show on FOX from the recent year, and it looks like that they’ve got the right idea of creating something creepy as hell by apparently always making him partially blurred.

Anyway, it is that time of year again, and if you’re still bamboozled to why it’s referred to as Moloch Day, click on this explanation from a previous year to enlighten yourself.

Evil demon god he may be, but if the United States government decides to honor his unholiness with a holiday, there’s clearly some merit to his previous existence.  The bottom line is that as long as I get a free paid day off of work, then there are no complaints from my end.

Thoughts while riding MARTA

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Since riding MARTA is such a life-sucking sometimes-necessity, I feel like I should write so I don’t lose my mind. For whatever reason, I’ve got a lot of thoughts swirling through my head, so I figured what the hell, write and pass the time.

I used to work with this queen and among the absurd things he told me one thing stuck – how to spot a fake Louis Vuitton. A true Louis Vuitton will never allow the LV logo mark to ever be cut off by a seam, edge or crease.

Today, I experienced possibly the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life. If we can’t laugh at ourselves sometimes we are truly humorless, so without getting into too much detail, I’ll just say that there is a mark, thankfully no blood, but it took every restraint in my body to not keep over and lie on the ground and writhe in pain. I was also pretty close to actually crying, it hurt so bad.

I’m pretty sure the impetus for many popular mashup songs comes from people riding trains and hearing at least four “songs” going on at the same time from people deliberately not wearing their headphones correctly so everyone can hear their crappy “music.”

Every time I ride MARTA, I feel like I’m always a hop skip and a jump away from witnessing a World Star Hip Hop video from happening.

The time I felt like Rain Man

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It’s been a little while since I’ve been back from Vegas, but a combination of getting sick, prioritizing getting photos processed and out the door, and simply catching up with post-holiday/vacation life, I simply neglected to write about it. But aside from the Pedro Griffin trolling story, there was another time at the blackjack tables, where I felt awesome, and remembered a story that I wanted to write about but forgot to, so better late than never.

As is often the case with a Vegas trip, this past one was just the same in the fact that I could have actually made it home having made money – if it weren’t for that last day. It’s pretty typical for me that it’s the last day in which Vegas not only catches up with me, but manages to make sure that I don’t leave with all of the money I brought in which to play with, and this last trip was no exception to that rule. I had been gambling shrewdly up until the last day, and it was naturally on the last night, in which I watched the house money diminish, and then some of my own money subsequently. Regardless, it’s not a big deal, because it’s money that’s accumulated for such frivolous purposes, and it doesn’t affect my bottom line or any financial responsibilities otherwise.

Anyway, aside from Pedro night, it was the night prior in which I was having a particularly good time at a table, and managed to walk away with a little bit of a cherry on top. I was gambling at Paris, where I was pleased to have found a single-deck table that also was being dealt by one of the sexy lingerie-clad dealers that seems to be the fortuitous norm for the Planet Hollywood/Paris/Bally’s troika of casinos these days.

Regardless, as aesthetically pleasing as the view is, being the gentleman I always pretend to be, I’m not one to creep on or unabashedly flirt with and hit on the sexy-clad dealers, because I’m sure they get it enough, and I have no game anyway. To no surprise, such a mentality typically warms most of them up to me, because I’m not such an obvious sleaze, and ultimately my goal is play blackjack, not get reamed, and get as many free drinks as I can in the process; the view is just a bonus.

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Okay, that was pretty awesome

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I rarely watch RAW live, because I’m a bad wrestling fan, and I prefer to watch RAW after it’s been DVR’d, so that I can skip the 64 minutes worth of commercials during the three-hour program, most of which are conveniently tucked in the middle of matches. I’ve become quite the expert at anticipating when they’ll happen based on Michael Cole’s choice of words, when someone conveniently gets thrown out of the ring, and that it’s usually seven clicks of the 30 seconds ahead before I’m right back into the action where the heel is almost undoubtedly in control of the match when TV resumes.  It’s also handy for skipping matches from untalented, formulaic, or just plain boring wrestlers like Santino Marella, the Great Khali and Randy Orton, and the seemingly weekly/monthly Alberto del Rio versus Sin Cara/Hunico-in-a-mask match.

Needless to say, I do a boatload of skipping when I do watch RAW, because I’m a bad wrestling fan apparently.

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Nothing (realistically) can be done about it

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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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