…Sonny Perdue would still greenlight the Republican Party to dump money into his campaign. What a scumbag. Carol Hunstein’s ad appears to have been not the least bit hyperbolic, despite whimpering from some quarters.
On Mostly ITP, Amber and I interview the Henry Ghost Hunters. Topics discussed: Electronic Voice Phenomena (EVPs), orbs, and different types of hauntings. In about a month, we plan to accompany them on a ghost hunt on the grounds of the abandoned mental hospital on Briarcliff. Listen here.
On the GA Politics Podcast, Joseph and the panel review the scary October political ads from Sonny Perdue, Mark Taylor and Carol Hunstein. Listen here.
Against The Spread: A win is rewarded for accurately predicting when a team does or does not cover the spread. An inaccurate prediction results in a loss.
Win %
Win Percentage: Percentage of games won.
Fav %
Favorite Percentage: How many times a player predicted the favorite would cover the spread
Week 10 Odds
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Go check Joe’s posts (here and here) about the Superintendent race. I’m leaning toward voting for the Libertarian David Chastain, as Republican Kathy Cox and Democrat Denise Majette both appear to be more interested in pushing their religions than in doing their jobs. Shame on the AJC for endorsing Cox. Maybe a vote for Chastain would help lead to the abolishment of the state Board of Education altogether, which I would endorse. I wish Denise Majette would just go away.
Against The Spread: A win is rewarded for accurately predicting when a team does or does not cover the spread. An inaccurate prediction results in a loss.
Win %
Win Percentage: Percentage of games won.
Fav %
Favorite Percentage: How many times a player predicted the favorite would cover the spread
Week 9 Odds
I made up a line for the Portland State-Oregon game.
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My Internets was on the fritz last night, as it has been for a while now (a plague on both your houses, Ralph and Brian Roberts). I hope I can finish some things at work in time to finish entering games early this afternoon, but it’s possible I may not get time until tonight.
(This is the part where I write a clichéd post about realizing that I’m not in my early 20s anymore)
It came to my attention late last week that I am overweight. As in “you better lose some weight, tubby, or that diabetes that’s on both sides of your family will kick in a couple of decades early” overweight.
That realization didn’t set in about three weeks ago during a trip to Old Navy where I bought size 40 waist jeans… where my choices in jeans were sparse because it’s not profitable for a store to stock a trendy clothing line for fatbodies. (If they don’t care enough about their appearance to vomit up their lunch, they’re not as likely to care enough about their appearance to shop at Old Navy, I’d imagine the sales numbers would tell us).
Nor did it set in a couple of months before that when I started to notice semi-permanent red marks in my gut from where my belt buckle presses against it.
Nor even did it set in a couple of months before that when two after-work beers sapped all the energy from me time and again.
It set in when I stepped on my friend’s bathroom scale a few days ago and saw that I am pushing about 250 pounds. Maybe it’s J-School kicking in, but I often need numbers for something to become real to me.
That led me to the realization that I need not just to go on a diet (which I’m going to do starting Nov. 1, by the way), but that I have outgrown the luxury of being able to eat what I want, when I want.
When shouldering adult responsibilities, spontaneity generally leads to a costly indulgence — a self-destructive behavior like an impulse purchase that you’ll be paying for for months, or getting drunk and being hungover at work the next day.
The choice of what to eat was one of the last vestiges of spontaneity remaining in my life. Losing it (along with some of those other behaviors) is bittersweet, because my life overall is much richer now than it was even a year ago, in no small part because of the responsibilities I’ve taken on. I occasionally miss not having to worry about the consequences of what I do, but the trade-off is worth it to me.
Georgia voters will be voting on several constitutional amendments in two weeks. One that particularly interest me is Amendment II:
Fishing and hunting. The tradition of fishing and hunting and the taking of fish and wildlife shall be preserved for the people and shall be managed by law and regulation for the public good
As I ready myself to head to Bass Pro Shops to pick up my license and a couple of boxes of shells, I look to the heavens and thank all that is natural that the good legislators have taken the time to preserve my right to hunt and fish.
What a load of crap.
Anyone with any sense can see this is a stalking horse. There is absolutely no danger of hunting being restricted in Georgia. This amendment was nothing more than a blantant ploy to “git more hunters” to the polling place because of how that demographic swings.
I hate rewarding such a blatant piece of political garbage but the fact is there is nothing wrong with the amendment. I guess this is a whole hate the sin, love the sinner thing. I’ll vote for it but there will be some vomit in the back of my mouth.
We’re off on our trip through Nashville, Knoxville (Lush, we’ll be in town Wednesday night if you want to get a Rooster Cogburn at Charlie Pepper’s), and Chattanooga. Our Internet connection will be spotty throughout the trip, so you may not hear from me again until Friday (try not to cry). We’ll be back in time to catch the North Fulton Drama Club’s third showing of Twelfth Night, which is where you should be Friday night too. In the meantime, you can read Amber’s wrap-up of our trip to Greensboro, NC to attend ConvergeSouth. I doubt I’ll write my own wrap-up, as Amber’s is comprehensive save for an explanation of the Scoble Smash.
"In the 24th chapter, verse 31, it is said, 'And Israel served the lord all the days of Joshua, and all the days of the elders that overlived Joshua.' Now, in the name of common sense, can it be Joshua that relates what people had done after he was dead?"
- Thomas Paine
