A commercial I kinda liked

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I saw this commercial in the theater before Moneyball. Sneaky how they let the plot and story go for about two minutes before the company is even revealed. But there’s something about this commercial, that kinda makes me like it as a whole. Whether it’s the Willie Nelson, or the simplistic nature of the stop-motion style, or even the message that provokes thought, I found myself enjoying the commercial in the end.

It’s kind of funny how things work out, because farmer gets paid, selling out to mass produce, and take part in the driving force of consumerism and the fast food nation. But then farmer gets paid again, capitalizing on the modern wave of putting importance on locally-grown, organic/drug-free food production. It seems like the only hitting bottom that this farmer actually endured was on an emotional, self-inflicted manner, but at no point in the process does his wallet probably hurt.

No matter. Tip of the cap to Chipotle for a good commercial, but I’d still prefer Willy’s. But it’s not like Jen exercises her “turn” right, and we eat Chipotle instead, but I’ll keep this in mind to enjoy the food rather than wish I were eating Willy’s instead.

Random writing

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I was driving through Georgia Tech campus the other day.  It’s a route that is a monumental pain in the ass, but compared to the alternative routes to get on the other side of the connector sometimes, it really is the sad lesser of evils, as opposed to trying to traverse across North, Tenth, or Fourteenth streets.  What makes it such a pain in the ass though, is mostly the fact that all across campus, pedestrians have the eternal right of way, and since they’re all a bunch of college fucktards, they’re slow footed, and spaced perfectly apart to where drivers are merciless to stop them from clogging up the roads, allowing buildups of automotive congestion to build up.

This most recent story however, is a little bit of just desserts for the sadistic.  I was two cars removed from the front of the long line of cars waiting to get through a three-way intersection, before the next wave of pedestrians began crossing the street to clog up the road a bit longer.  Tailing them all was a typical douchebag* looking bicyclist, who smugly pedaled across the intersection, and then suddenly, he stopped.  He bent over, and I couldn’t see what he was doing, other than stalling in the middle of the intersection, and making us cars have to wait even longer.  Expletives flew from my lips, before I saw him walking his bicycle onto the sidewalk, where it was revealed that one of his bike pedals had inexplicably fallen off.

Hahahahaha.  What a loser.   That’s what he gets for being a bicycle douche.

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Photos: Scarecrows in the Botanical Gardens

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Jen recently made a scarecrow for the Atlanta Botanical Gardens’ fall something-or-other whatever festival/occasion. With a twitter theme, Madame de Tweet was easily one of the better scarecrows at the garden.  Some of them weren’t even scarecrows, as much as it looked like some people were phoning in their designs, but hey, not everyone can be somewhat artistic either.

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If there was ever a restaurant that demanded to be noticed

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A long time ago, I was at a place that had free wi-fi, on the condition that you had to provide an email address.  I did, and I was apparently put on the Scoutmob mailing list, but seeing as how I do like the foods, I figured it doesn’t hurt to find out what gems there are in the city.

The other day, this restaurant was the joint of the day, to be offering 50% off with the code.  I shit you not, but this is the actual name of an establishment down here in Atlanta.  Boners BBQ.  If I had a sip of  a drink in my mouth when I saw the email headline, I probably would have snorted it up my sinuses, or spit it out outright.  I could not believe this.

I fancy myself somewhat savvy to good eateries in Atlanta, but this one has completely slipped underneath the radar.  What’s more impressive is the fact that they’re a block east from Turner Field, and I never once have heard about it until recently.  Sure, it’s in the same parking lot where T.I.’s little brother gets gunned down in the cheap blaxploitation flick ATL, but hey, gentrification has to start somewhere.

I must sample this place out now.  Furthermore, I demand that I get a t-shirt.  I’ll enjoy having it, but never wear it, much like my “Ride the S.L.U.T.” (South Lake Union Trolley (Seattle, Washington)) shirt.  I really hope that their food doesn’t suck, so I can competently suggest this place to friends and visitors.

The misery of others makes me happy

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Not going to lie, the best part about watching the deciding game between the Cardinals and Phillies is all the repeated shots of the crowd as the game got later and later, with but a diminutive 1-0 score, with people growing more and more concerned, and the superstitions came out, and the fans began to look more and more pathetically glum.  Rally caps, endless shots of people worriedly rubbing their hands, and numerous hair pulling.

But when the final outs were recorded, the practical montage of distressed and defeated fans were pure gold.  Children, adults, and the elderly all looking like they were all told that their families were killed.  All the face palming, people crying, and heads hung low.

The defeat of the Phillies made me feel happier, more than the failure of the Braves made me upset.  lol

Incredible

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When I was little, and growing up in the dairy farmlands of Harrisonburg, nobody in that hicksville had any idea what a Korean person was.  All through elementary school, people always gave me the “are you Chinese or Japanese?” schtick, like a real-life King of the Hill.  When I said no to both, most people were absolutely baffled, and had no idea of what possible alternatives there could be to Chinese or Japanese people.

A long while ago, I wrote about a how a kid in my neighborhood apparently thought I was Spanish, and said “hola” to me.  Throughout the last few months, this kid has seen me a few times during my morning jogs, and has said “hola” to me on all those instances.  Because I’m not Spanish, I do not respond ever.

Just the other night, while I was out on my evening jog, I ran by two little batarians, to which one of them said “hola” to me.  Seeing as how I was now right next to the kid, I finally said, “I’m not Spanish.  You don’t have to say ‘hola’ to me.“

Being in numbers often times creates a false sense of courage in kids, so the other kid laughed, and began motoring his mouth as I proceeded to leave them behind.  In the midst of my pulling away I heard “So what are you?  French?  Italian?  You speak Japanese?“

Wow.  Aside from being Spanish, I’m mistaken for a French person, or an Italian person, before even hitting the continent of Asia?  Man, these little black kids live in a sheltered world.  I’m actually surprised at how dumb these kids are going to grow up to be.