Photos: An afternoon in Miami, Florida

It’s been a while since I made a day trip like this, but despite the fact that I really actually don’t like Miami all that much, the allure of watching World Baseball Classic baseball inside of a ballpark that I had never been to before made it all worth taking a very short trip down to South Florida for an afternoon.

I mean literally, I was off the airplane at 9:30 a.m., took a cab into Little Havana, walked around for a few hours and had some amazing Nicaraguan food, before heading into the park.  New Marlins Park is actually pretty nice for something that’s in Miami, and I guess all those disgruntled taxpayer dollars at least made something pretty nice and a great place to watch baseball.  But due to the risk of getting stuck in Miami overnight, I opted to bail from the game in the 7th inning, and with a little bit of luck, I was back on a flight to Atlanta by 4:30 p.m.  Not too shabby of a way to spend a day, and not a bad way to make Miami a little bit more tolerable – by hardly staying.

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Real Men Don’t Wear Small update: Marlins Park

The first new baseball park update for the 2013 is a little early this year, but that’s because it’s a World Baseball Classic year!  Despite the fact that I’m not really that big of a fan of the city of Miami, it turns out that one half of the second round of the tournament would be taking place in Miami, namely the new-ish Marlins Park, the successor to the old Sun Life Robbie Land Shark Player park the Dolphins play in.  So if there was ever an excuse to go to Miami to kill two birds with one stone, this really was it.

I’ve been in a funk lately

And I’ve got a pretty short fuse, and just about everything in the world is agitating me lately.

I could go into further detail, but the effort required to formulate my thoughts into words to describe how much work is sucking lately, and how much it sucks to think about what it’s going to be like the next time go up to Virginia to visit family just seems so exasperating.

It’s also one of those periods of time when I feel kind of isolated from the world, and that there’s really nobody around that I feel comfortable speaking with who’s remotely available to speak with when I need it.

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When did Deadpool become so popular?

Back in like 1992 or 1993 is when I got into comic books. Naturally, like most kids of that era, it was X-Men that proved to be the gateway into comic-nerd-dom forevermore, and it wasn’t really long before I would blow loads and loads of my parents’ money on comic book related shit, in hopes of getting X-Men related crap.

I bought the entire set of X-Men Series One trading cards (minus the oddly-rare Iceman card) from a classmate for $15, which was a gargantuan amount in the fifth grade. I remember being all thrilled to seeing all the cards of the characters I recognized like Gambit and Wolverine, as well as the lusty excitement to see how disproportionately sexy Jim Lee drew women like Rogue and the White Queen, but all in all, of the 208 card set, there were a fuck ton of characters that I had never seen in my life, because the set encapsulated all sorts of villains that weren’t Magneto, and all of the B-characters that were a part of X-Force, X-Factor, and Excalibur. Regardless, being the inquisitive wannabe comic nerd poser, that didn’t stop me from reading all the cards’ bios and examining each and every one of them at some point.

It was during this time that I discovered the existence of Deadpool. From what his bio revealed, he was a guy mired in the X-Force storylines, entwined with whatever Cable was doing. The mention of Weapon X meant nothing to me at this point of my comic noob-ness, since I was that new to comic books at that time, and was unaware that Weapon X meant Wolverine, which meant something that ultimately the entire company revolved around. But for the most part, he was a negligible character that seemed to look too close to Spider-Man to my earlier comic days.

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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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Man, What A Stupid Commercial #008

Unfortunately, due to the fact that I watch both sports as well as professional wrestling, I fall into the target demographic of men who simply do not have any understanding of personal hygiene, despite the fact that I think I take care of myself fairly adequately. That being said, I’m subject to a lot of commercials like this one about men’s deodorant that are obnoxious, and of course, stupid.

The basic synopsis of this commercial is that the spazz of a protagonist is getting his haircut at like Great Clips or some other place where dudes get their hair cut. In fact, when I was seeking this on YouTube, I was perplexed as to why I wasn’t finding it on Great Clips’ YouTube channel, before realizing that it wasn’t even a Great Clips commercial at all. Take the whole deodorant plugs out of this commercial, and it might make an adequate Great Clips commercial in its own right.

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Photos: Momocon photos, all five of them

Yeah so, the Spartan Race and Momocon were on the same day. I didn’t have much idea to just how long the Spartan Race was going to take, and I had difficult tearing myself away from the spectator section of the finish line to watch people get pummeled by the two gladiators. Needless to say, the Spartan Race consumed more of the day than I had thought it would, and by the time I cleaned up and made my way back to downtown Atlanta for Momocon, most of the day was gone. But it was all good.

Typically, anime conventions don’t really interest me these days, because they’re just a reminder of just how old as fuck I am, and I think that most of the kids that go to them are also fucking retards. But this one’s right in my backyard, and I knew that there would be a few people I’d be interested in seeing, so I decided to give it a whirl. It was a good choice, even if I took like, barely any photos.

Sure, Momocon succeeded in reminding me of how old I am, but more importantly in spite of how little time I actually spent there, it was well spent catching up with my boy Orrie, whom I’ve known for just about almost 15 years now, but haven’t really seen in ages.

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