Seriously – how do people in cities actually run out of gas?

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Driving around the A-T-L, every now and then, I’ll see a car on the side of the road, obvious victims of running out of fuel.  Sometimes, there will be a person in the act of pouring fuel into the gas tank, and other times, off in the distance, I’ll see someone walking to, or walking away from the vehicle; sometimes with a red gas tank, sometimes without, and they’ll have to pick one up.

Now if I lived out in Nebraska, or even a place like Kingdom City, Missouri, where the population is sparse, and the volume of gas stations are far more sparse than in a city like Atlanta, I could understand the occasional brain-fart in poor preparation, and once in a blue moon, running out of gas.  But in a large metropolitan area like the city of Atlanta?  How is that even possible?  There are thousands of gas stations in Atlanta, so I’m pretty much baffled at how negligent people can possibly to where they end up stranded on the side of I-75 so frequently.

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Livid. Absolutely furious.

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A particular airline has lost my luggage.  Regardless of the stuff being more or less superficial belongings, I would still very much not be happy if the particular items were lost forever:

  • Practically brand-new Canon digital camera
  • USB jump drive with some work-related documents on them
  • My primary Atlanta Braves baseball cap
  • Two custom-ordered #39 Jonny Venters Braves t-shirts
  • My primary work shoes
  • Favorite sleep shorts
  • Laptop power supply

I blame:

  • One flight attendant for rushing his duties and breaking protocol
  • Every motherfucker who abuses the carry-on luggage policy and basically makes the overhead bins first-come-first-serve, by having their “personal items” being a whole other piece of fat, cumbersome luggage, and filling up the overhead bins, for putting me in this predicament in the first place.  Seriously, right now, I wish all you people were dead.

This weekend fucking kind of stunk from having to watch the Braves job to the Nationals yet two more times, and I was at first delighted to having gotten back to Atlanta on an earlier rather than later flight, but then this fucking debacle is just the god damn icing on top.

Can addiction really be called a disease?

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I was listening to the radio one morning, and I heard about some guy on some reality television show, whom, like many other reality television personalities, has a supposedly fascinating life story that warranted putting them on television in the first place.  I don’t particularly remember, nor care about the specifics about his journey, but I remember the part where he talked about how he was 70 days removed from rehabilitation, and then he said that he was afflicted with a disease: addiction.

It’s a word we use a lot, addiction is.  I’m addicted to zombie games, caffeine and tasteless humor. I know people I accuse of being addicted to working out, cougars, and other supposedly menial things.  But would I say that myself, or any of these people whom I’ve applied the term “addicted” to, are diseased?  Fuck no.

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eHarmony for cheaters

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When I first heard of what Ashley Madison was, I was admittedly a little abhorred.  Cheating and affairs have always had a negative connotation, and here was a site that was not only promoting cheating on your significant other, but rather glorifying it.

To no surprise, the general reaction from the media and other outlets wasn’t that much different from my own; FOX disallowing their television spots to air during the Super Bowl, even if they were willing to shell out the millions of dollars necessary for 20-30 seconds of air time; even the jock-iest of jocks talking about online, their general apprehension of their spouses/significant others hearing it and having that seed planted in their heads.  Accounts of those who have already heard/seen advertising, and re-telling of the awkward silences between them and their others as the idea pervaded their brains, never to leave again.

Morally, I think the idea of Ashley Madison is horrible, and wrong on so many levels.  Perhaps I’m a little sensitive to the idea of someone cheating on me, but to think there are sites and resources out there that not only facilitate the act, but glorify it, and try to justify it is just really, really wrong.  The worst part is that they’re a pretty frequent sponsor to the Howard Stern Sirius channels, meaning I’m subject to their radio spots pretty often.  But it says something, when Howard Stern himself, who has done personal advertisement readings for businesses from sex shops to car dealerships to CougarLife.com, hasn’t done one for Ashley Madison.

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The pursuit of a disconnected relationship

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Sometimes I wonder if people look at me, and my ambivalent nature towards relationships and pursuing a girlfriend, and see a hopeless person, condemned towards permanent solitude until I get off my e-feet and start doing everything online, like the vast majority of society has apparently deemed socially acceptable.  Wanting to say the words “pathetic,” and/or “paranoid,” but won’t dare, at least to me, out of respect, or apprehension that I might go apeshit in retribution.  Not that any of it really matters, otherwise I may have already jumped off the bridge by at least now, but it does cross my mind from time to time, most especially when I’m alone at home and bored.

Regardless of my old-fashioned, dated mentality, I still hold on to the belief that someday, I’ll come across someone the “old-fashioned way,” as in, in person, and a spark will ignite from there.  I may be dated, but Googling a stranger is still fair game, but that’s typically the extent of the cyber-snooping I’d pursue if any at all, because one, I don’t Facebook/Twitter, and two, I’m too broke to go the route of investing in online background checks.

But really, as was a perfect example in my D*C missed connection girl, it was an innocuous encounter sparked by circumstance, spontaneity, and completely out of the blue, slightly nudging me out of my comfort zone, that may have possibly taken a few steps forward had I not been such a slow-witted dork at the time.  Regardless of the no-result outcome, the simple interaction was still a fond moment of that weekend to me, because it’s a glimpse of proof that it could still happen.

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