Two flags left. Will elaborate later.
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.
Wireless woes absolved, so now what?
Recently, I dropped a little over $200 in computer parts to turn my cougar machine into something a little better equipped to watch movies and television shows. I felt a good deal of accomplishment in sorting through the hardware, and swapping out the guts of the cougar machine for some faster and stronger components. Just when I thought everything was going to transition seamlessly, it turns out that my really old wireless card simply did not work with one, Windows 7, or two, any 64-bit systems to begin with.
Begrudgingly, I dropped a little bit more money on a new wireless card additionally, and now the cougar is up and running again, and ready for the next steps in becoming an efficiently functioning media box. So far, I am pleased with the performance out of it, and in fact, it kind of sucks because now all of my older media files that were acquired in the ages when 380-480p were acceptable resolutions, look putrid on my new setup now. Regardless, this is a project that is complete in the meantime.
This store really exists
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by this. When it was still in business, the Borders in this mall was notorious for having a bunch of teenage otaku losers loitering in the manga aisles, sitting around, not buying anything, and reading all the manga they wanted like a free all-you-can-eat buffet. With the departure of Borders, it would seem appropriate that these weeaboos would need an outlet for their fixation with all things anime and manga related.
But man, talk about a lack of effort in some regards. A nondescript black sign with the most weeaboo word in the entire fucking weeaboo dictionary in all-caps Lucida Console? That just screams “quick, let’s get a store together, name it something really attractive to weeaboos, and fill it with popular anime and Hello Kitty shit, as soon as humanly possible and sell it at marked up prices.“
I’ll give this place until April at the latest, before it goes under. Remember, I used to work at an anime store in a shopping mall. And I can’t imagine this place having as much distributor connections as the place I once worked too, so that means higher costs to the consumers. So in other words, this place could very well become a show room for the many anime crap retailers across the country, and very well be gone by April.
But seriously, “Kawaii?” I’m still kind of surprised it’s taken this long before this to actually come to fruition.
BONERS BONERS BONERS BONERS
Come on, there was no way in hell I wasn’t going to try this place out:
- It’s called BONERS BBQ
- It’s barbecue
- I love barbecue
- It’s in a easy to get to location
- It’s next to Turner Field
- I want a t-shirt
- IT’S CALLED BONERS