The Metrobrokers sign is up to 99,786. The next time I see it, I will know!
Let me just say that Tantric Tree Sex is not a good thing. My body is covered in “man tree yellowness”. Ick.
Also, welcome home Peter and Travis. Welcome back to mass tree love.
First draft time!
Speakeasy got bought by BestBuy. That sucks.
Of more interest to me, though, is the MetroBrokers sign on I-75 that shows the number of houses in the Atlanta area currently for sale on their website. It can only display five digits. As the housing market has been cooling down I’ve been watching it slowly creep up. A month ago it was around 88,000. Today the number read 98,105. What will they do when it hits 99,999? Will they just leave it there? Will they redefine the metro area to bring it back down? Will they send up Pedro to paint a “+” on the end of it?
Not to mention, we have 20mbit broadband access here.
The only downside? There is no throttling; anyone can take an XTREME joyride while everyone else suffers. ;)
Travis and I made it to Orlando fine. After reaching the hotel, boredom immediately set in so we set forth towards the volleyball courts. After renting a volleyball and basketball we played volleyball for awhile and quickly found out how bad we are at it.
Then we were challenged to basketball where we DOMINATED.
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Our opponents were approximately 15 and 12 years old.
I’m up to page 14 on my Early Modern Britain seminar paper, and I cannot believe how burnt out I am. I have never been this bad before. It’s been stuck at the same paragraph for hours now. Part of me wants to go home an hour early just so I can stop looking at it, but I know that when I get home, it’s waiting for me, because it’s due (first draft) next Wednesday.
Tomorrow our foster dog goes back.
“Working” on my seminar paper for British History again. Up to page 9, going to be more because I’m about to finally write the introduction.
I haven’t even really started on my paper for Intellectual History yet, but that’s not as bad as it sounds. I’m already pretty well aware of what I’m going to argue because through the trick of picking two parts of the same whole to do my research on, all of my primary source research for the project is already done. Whoot!
And oh boy do I have a ton of primary sources this time.
Having to drive in downtown Atlanta everyday, I’m used to people parking in the rightmost lane of a one way street with their flashers saying “fuck you!” to everyone else. When it’s a big truck you can see from far away, obviously unloading, I don’t mind that much. When it’s some pompous ass who doesn’t use his turn signal and just stops and turns on the flashers, I mind more. When I drive past and it’s just some idiot talking on his cellphone (can’t drive and talk! I’ll stop traffic and talk!) I mind a lot.
Today takes the cake however. One of the idiots above, a woman in a black Chevy SUV (probably a TrailBlazer), was parked on Gilmer street with her flashers on, talking on her phone. In front of the fucking parking deck driveway.
Who the hell thinks this is a good idea?
When the lampreys come, will you be prepared?
