The Atlanta Braves are basically Kurt Angle

What other shitty things can they do: Cobb County to evict and demolish anywhere from 15~30 existing homes in order to create a four-lane road to help alleviate traffic, namely that will be caused by the arrival of the Atlanta Braves

In the late 90s, Kurt Angle arrived in the WWF.  Back then, nobody really knew what was going to happen when he showed up on television, and it was clear that creative had a general idea, but they had to see how the fans would react before they could really move forward.  So Angle came out, started winning his matches, celebrating a little on the excessive side, and started cutting promos about his “three I’s.”  As hoped, the fans soured on his character, and Kurt Angle headed down the path of becoming an insufferable heel.

However, in spite of the fact that he had successfully drawn the ire of the fans, and was on the heel end of the spectrum, his character was obnoxiously square, acting like he was the best guy on the planet, and insisted that he was a respectable, admirable, wholesome wrestler that everyone’s kids should look up to.

That’s basically what the Atlanta Braves are now, with the help of the greedy bureaucrats that run Cobb County acting like Creative, to help churn this heel of an organization along, while they act like they’ve done nothing wrong.  They’re Kurt Angle.

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Korea Stories: The Tour 😐

When I brought up the idea of going to Korea with my mom, to my mom, initially, the thought was to go see the Korea that my mom grew up in, see the place she called home, any sights and streets that she remembered from her childhood/upbringing, and maybe any restaurants that she might have remembered liking growing up.

It didn’t take long for my mom to dismiss all of that, stating that it had been 38 years, and there was little chance that pretty much anything of her past was still actually in existence.  I had a very 😐 face at this thought, but I understood.

Alternatively, my mom stated that she would, through a travel agent friend of hers, book us a tour package.  I expressed my concern and general disagreement with a tour package, because I typically prefer to not operate on itineraries and schedules, unless like, I’m getting paid to do so.  The freedom to explore and plan my own course is always preferable, but for whatever reason, my mom was insistent on a tour package.  The compromise was that we would have a few days before and after the tour itself to where we could explore Seoul on our own, which satiated my own want and need to explore and wander, so I agreed to do the tour group in the end.

So after four days in Seoul, we flew out to Jeju Island, the first stop on the tour.  I’ll be honest, I didn’t know much anything about Jeju; mythical gf was more knowledgeable about the place, based on the metric butt-ton of Korean dramas she watches, and it’s apparently the de facto romantic destination for Korean couples in them, but otherwise a tropical island getaway destination, often called “the Hawaii of Asia.”

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Photos: Europe Trip 2016, batch 2

[2020 note] Lost content, never posted on account of brog downtime.  Moar photos from mythical then-gf and I’s Europe vacation in 2016.

Photos encapsulate our port excursions to Santorini, Greece, the land transportation forgot, which started out great, but ended horribly down the donkey trail.  And then there was Olympia, Greece, the home of the OG Olympics, which was much nicer to not have to go down a donkey trail.

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It’s not food, but damn

It started with hams, followed up by turkeys, eggs, chips and beer, but it looks like we’ve got an entire house to host this highway garbage party!  A mobile home falls off a truck at the I-85/I-285 intersection on the south side of Atlanta.

I didn’t think I’d find enjoyment out of things not being food crashing onto the highways, but it’s not every day that you hear about mobile homes falling off trucks, and being destroyed entirely in the process, shutting down the entire highway, crippling hundreds of motorists.

I guess it’s due to the fact that it was a mobile home, akin to the structures found in trailer parks, which are home to white trash and the lowest common denominators of popular society that makes this funny.  I don’t think it would be so much of amusement if it were an oversized load, dropping an entire like, Sears craftsman home onto the highway, because that would seem kind of tragic.  But a trailer park mobile home falling off of a truck and being destroyed seems hilarious in comparison.

The bottom line is that it wasn’t considered back when the food carnage was occurring, but it is indeed that the highway food waste party would have needed a venue to be held at.  And what better place for a party serving trashed food littered with road waste, oil slicks, dead animal matter and cigarette butts, than inside the shattered remains of a mobile home.

Oh boy, twenty whole minutes!

Game-changer: Atlanta Braves change start time for weeknight games at Great White Flight Park from 7:10 p.m. to 7:30 p.m. intending to help alleviate traffic

This is hilarious.  The Braves actually think twenty whole minutes is going to make a modicum of difference when it comes to traffic in and surrounding the I-75/I-285 intersection.  The top end of I-285 is already the worst traffic in the city on a regular basis, and maybe starting the game at 8:30 would be when traffic actually might die down, but there’s no guarantee then either.

There was this one time I was working in Sandy Springs.  I dawdled into later hours on a regular basis, so that I could milk extra hours, and I was interested in a girl that worked there.  But I would leave the office routinely around 7:00-7:30, because I already knew how bad the traffic was around 5-6 p.m. after work, and I figured it wouldn’t be as bad then.

Combining the asinine metered on-ramps and the fact that I-285 is I-285, it would take me over 20 minutes just to get on the highway, much less crawl the six miles from entering the highway to get to where ScumTrust Park is going to exist.

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Count it

Back with a gruesome bang: tractor-trailer overturns on Atlanta’s I-285 westbound ramp, spilling 55,000 pounds of chicken guts onto the roads, effectively closing them during the heart of rush hour

Just when I thought all the other states were getting all the good stories of tragic overturned truck crashes, Atlanta comes back with a bang.  Other states can have ketchup and biscuits, but we live in a world where food is sparsely to be considered food if doesn’t contain protein, and when the chips get low, we can always count on Atlanta highways to derail the most premium of cargos.

And this is kind of intricate as it gets; I mean Atlanta’s had hams, entire pig carcasses and turkeys spilled onto the highways, but this is straight up chicken parts.  Not an order of like, pre-cut and gutted chicken cores frozen and ready to be sold for normal consumption, but the byproducts and leftover organs and intestine that people typically do not eat.

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lol MARTA #458

What is this, Great Britain?  MARTA to test double-decker buses for the summer.

I’ve often had this curiosity with buses.  Before the company went kaput, I was intrigued by the idea of riding the Fung-Wah Bus, because you can’t say you’ve really lived life unless it’s been in danger once in a while.  When the opportunity to ride a MegaBus presented itself, I remember being quite intrigued and kind of excited, instead of the dread at having to settle for the lowest common denominator to get to Point B, like everyone else’s faces were saying when waiting to board it.

I have never ridden a MARTA bus, once.  I don’t really plan on doing so, if I can ever help it.  As an Atlanta motorist, MARTA buses are a pestilence on the streets, with their drivers having no regard for other life on the road, and almost live to solely troll other drivers.  I very much dislike MARTA buses, and wish to never ride one.

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