My day was awesome because of this:

In atlanta there is a really old cemetery where the who's who of regional history are buried. The view of the city from the high point is pretty great and the landscaping is pretty amazing:


Anyway, so I was strolling through, showing a friend some of the more impressive monuments and I hear this fucked up noise coming through the graveyard. We go to investigate. Turns out it is this dude who has obviously never played a guitar (that is not an overstatement), playing through one of those tiny 6" speaker miniamps. He is all super intense and into it but what he is playing is the most tone deficient, atonal, incompetent mess. Here are some pics:





After this amazing display I cooked dinner. Spicy Szechuan noodles with spinach/shrimp wontons:

ant man bee wrote:My day was awesome because of this:

In atlanta there is a really old cemetery where the who's who of regional history are buried. The view of the city from the high point is pretty great and the landscaping is pretty amazing:

looks a lot like hollywood cemetery here in richmond. or maybe cemeteries all look the same.

i like to pretend i'm in hyrule when i walk through hollywood.

i changed my screen name/user name.

i haven't slept all night and have to be at work in an hour.

today will rule.

i swear i work for the laziest mfs in the world. even sat in the same office, about 3 or 4 emails fly between two people to decide how to do something, they then forward it to me with a vague note and ask me to carry out what it is they want done.

failing that, they shout over the shelves not knowing whether i am on the phone, doing something. i try and do these things but inevitably come across a stumbling block which means i have to email them back with whatever info i have garnered and so it continues. they have the relevant knowledge and i do not, let alone know what the context to any given situation is. they actually expect me to know their minds.

so all i really want t say is, do it your effing self, shave about 3 hours off this whole process and be satisfied that you got it done and you know what's what! you morons!

i suppose this should have gone in the fuck off thread but fuck off's are quite obvious really. this is a pointless detail in a pointless day. i wish they would just fire me for being incompetent and not caring.

I just had a cop honk at me for being in a crosswalk while the 'don't walk' was flashing. If any of you have been to downtown Atlanta you might know that no one actually uses the crosswalks or follows traffic laws. Fuck you, pig. You should be happy I wasn't in a car like the rest of the city. Go arrest the ten people who ran the red after I was done crossing.

Assholes.

I've just heard that I have a job interview for a job that I really, really want.

Really want. Really.

If I got the job, not only would I have a job that I really, really want, but they'd pay for me to begin studying electrical engineering.

*discovers God and starts praying*

Yesterday morning, I saw one of these rare beauties at the end of my grubby little block right on the Brooklyn Navy Yard:


It was even that exact same paint job. For the non-car nerds, that's a Ford GT, a $180,000 supercar of which only a few thousand were made and only for 2 years. They're so rare, I never thought I'd actually see one out on the street, never mind in such a mundane setting as a morning commute. I felt giggly and starstruck. It took all my resolve not to run out in the crosswalk and start humping its hood.

Adam CR wrote:I've just heard that I have a job interview for a job that I really, really want.

Really want. Really.

Fingers crossed, Adam! An employer that pays for tuition is like striking oil. My girlfriend's job is paying for her to finally finish her long-delayed bachelor's degree and it's a godsend considering how expensive NYC colleges are.

On my morning bus ride yesterday, there was a gentleman who was mentally ill and/or on da drugz.

Everytime someone would get on board, he would congratulate them with a boisterous, "You made it, man! You made it!"

He then began talking about how we weren't gonna make it unless we "got this bitch going 80 mph". Then he demanded to know who was going to be our Keanu. He pointed at each young white male and asked, "Are you going to be our Keanu?"

When I got off the bus, he said "You made it, Sandy!"

It was fun.

Today was a good commute, too, cause I got to roll on my new ride, the Bike From Ipanema.

Whilst investigating a building I might possibly be able to move into, I discovered this amazing sign:



Of course I thought of Uzeda.