Somebody call my mama, these legs are registered weapons

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That’s right. Two-time! Two-time! Zombie run winnar!

So while I nurse my sore limbs and achy body parts, let me reminisce about the Atlanta chapter of the zombie run. Despite my trepidations going into the event, I can pretty easily say that I had a good of time as I did in Maryland, despite my reluctance up there too. If anything, I would venture to say that it was more fun than the first, for a myriad of reasoning.

Without much argument, the Atlanta zombie run was executed a million times better than the Maryland one. Granted, the Maryland zombie run back in October had the dubious task of being the inaugural event in which the bar was set, and all its failures and successes were what all the other chapters were to build off of, but the parking debacle and the tedious shuttling really, really hurt it badly. Whether it was superior planning or luck of the draw, Georgia’s venue for the event was far superior in the fact that there was plenty of on-site parking and no shuttles were necessary, and the local police appeared to be in cooperation and ready to deal with the traffic jams that never happened, probably because of the tornadoes or threat of them that ripped through the state the night before.

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Photos: Run For Your Lives! – Atlanta 5K Zombie Run

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I’m currently pretty sore, my quads ache, my knees sting, and my back and neck even feel kind of stiff right now.  To cut straight to the chase, my friends and I all managed to survive the hometown “Atlanta” chapter of Run For Your Lives!, so for me, that makes two victories, over both Maryland and Georgia.  It was a good bit of fun, and about 5,000 times more muddy and messy than the Maryland debacle was, as evidenced in this image, as well as all the subsequent images.

But I’ll share my thoughts and go into further detail in a dedicated post.  But for the time being, enjoy the sparse images.

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Different, but still kind of the same

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Although I haven’t gushed or exclaimed my excitement over it, tomorrow is the second zombie run I’ll be participating in.  Having done the one in Baltimore, I fully know what to expect this time around, and I kind of fear that I’m still a little ill-prepared physically for the event.  Granted, I also know this time around not to blow myself up so early on, and to essentially not give a shit about time or survival; after all I’ve already done it before, so I’ve little else to prove.  However, regardless of all the things I know to expect, I can’t help but still feel this sense of nerves and apprehension about the event as a whole.

The one positive difference in this is that I’ll have a sizeable number of compatriots in this go-around.  Not to discount my boy cheetos the least bit, as he essentially prevented me from losing all my flags in Maryland, but that event was marred by the poor planning of the event as a whole, ill-preparedness, and the soiled notion that other friends were barred from participation due to the shitty traffic or shitty volunteer management.  This time around, I’m traveling and running with four others, and hopefully there will be better event management in the Atlanta chapter than it was up in Maryland.

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NEVER FORGET

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Me, forget to post this? Never.

Supermarket Offers Black History Month Special on Fried Chicken

Wednesday, February 06, 2002

Associated Press

HARRISBURG, Pa. – Giant Food Stores apologized Wednesday after one of its supermarkets advetised a sale on fried chicken in honor of Black History Month.

The chain’s Union Deposit store in Dauphin County had a sign Sunday saying, “In honor of Black History Month, we at Giant are offering a special savings on fried chicken.”

“It did happen. It was at that one store only,” said Denny Hopkins, Giant’s vice president of advertising. “We had a customer bring the sign to us and complain and we immediately took it down.”

“We apologize if that sign offended our customers,” Hopkins said.

Store customer Lance Sellers, 31, of Highspire, said he was shocked and embarrassed when he first saw the sign.

“I showed it to a few of the other customers … all races of people … and they all were stunned. When I approached the store manager about the problem he had the nerve to ask me why it offended me so much.”

Hopkins said the sign was not meant to be offensive. He said he did not know who made the decision to put up the sign.

Paula Diane Harris, president of the Greater Harrisburg Branch of the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People, said the sign reinforces racist stereotypes.

“Not all African-Americans eat fried chicken, greens and chitlins. We like salad, roast beef, low-fat chicken, just like everybody else,” she said.

Giant is sponsoring several programs for Black History Month, including having jazz bands and soul food samples at its Kline Village Plaza and Union Deposit stores, Hopkins said.

Sellers said the sign, which he still has, wouldn’t keep him from shopping at the store.

“We laugh about it,” he said. “How could they put something like that out there?”

Credit for this article comes from Fox News

 

Black it in, black it in

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I was running on the treadmill the other day, and I watched a news report about how there is a law that is trying to be passed nationwide.  A law that states by the year 2014, all new cars will be required to have rear-view cameras.  They could have left it at just that, and I wouldn’t have thought twice about it, but then the Atlanta iteration of the news proceeds to state that the rationale behind such mandatory requirement would be so that it would become safer to cars to park in reverse.  Safer for cars to back it into parking spaces.  Safer for ridez to black it in.

There’s something ironically humorous that a state whose capital has what feels like a 90% black population, wanting to pass a law for cars to have mandatory rear-view cameras, for the express purpose to make backing into parking spaces easier.

HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH.

Yikes

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Now I like and appreciate Chipper Jones as pretty much all Braves fans do and should, but there’s no fucking way I’m getting his mugshot tattooed on my body.  To the credit of the tattoo artist, it’s very obviously, and clearly Chipper Jones, but at the same time, that’s not necessarily such a great thing.

I always said it would be nice if my future ex-wife were not completely disgusted with the idea of baseball, but there are lines that even I wouldn’t want crossed.  Seeing Larry Wayne Jones the Third tattooed anywhere on her body is an instant deal-breaker.  And that’s coming from someone with dorky anime tattoos on both his shoulders.

 

The true baddest man on the planet

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As of now, I’ve read no less than three books that have all attested to the simplest fact that the toughest man on the face of the planet is former wrestler, Haku.

The assessment is always the same too; he’s one of the most gentle, kindest people on the face of the planet, but the problem is that he’s a giant, scary looking Tongan man, whom back in the day when wrestling was ambiguous, people at bars kept seeing him as an easy mark to test their own toughness against.  And when other people started fights, Haku always, always finished them.

The details are borderline insane to scary.  He’s bitten a man’s nose off.  He’s broken police handcuffs.  He shook off mace, he inhaled pepper spray.  He’s ripped off ears, gauged out eyes, and in one testament, fish hooked a police officer who tried to detain him, and literally ripped his cheek open.  Clearly, he’s been arrested numerous times, but in an age when wrestlers were obligated to “protect the business,” it’s amazing that people continued to think it was fake when Haku was pretty much literally ripping people apart.