Category: Atlanta

But I have to.

Apparently one of my posts over at Atlanta Metblogs pissed off a local Boy Scout troop leader. Steve Barton, of Troop 764 in Dunwoody, to be exact.

I bashed the Boy Scouts of America for discriminating against homosexuals and for a recent scandal here in Atlanta in which they inflated their statistics for inner city memberships so they could get more funding from the United Way. Even after they got caught, they still asked for the $1 million dollars that they would have gotten for inner city programs because of their inflated statistics. That takes a lot of guts.

In my opinion, they are lucky to get anything from the United Way in the first place. Many local United Ways cut off BSA funding over their discrimination against gays and athiests. I know it happened in Philadelphia when I was there.

Its sad, the Boy Scouts have the resources to do so much good for boys, especially inner city boys, who may not have the positive male role models that suburban kids have. And despite what Mr. Barton says (“Scouts teaches nothing bad about homosexuals”), they do in fact teach that homosexuals are dangerous, subversive, and prone to child molestation by not welcoming them into their organization. They discount the fact that it is possible to be gay and be a positive role model for children. Every homosexual is a bad seed in their eyes.

I wonder what the statistics are on child molestation comparing straight men to gay men.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have been as condescending in my response to Mr. Barton, but I couldn’t help myself.

I’m now an official blogger on the Atlanta Metroblogging site: http://atlanta.metblogs.com/.

Its a neat little site for local info and discussions of what’s going on with the city. They have bloggers in several different towns, including New Orleans, for you folks back home.

Last night we dominated Trivia Night.

Going into the final question, where you can wager 15 points, we were ahead of the competition by 14 points. We bet 2 points, got the question right, and got first place by 1 point.

We had a debate over what is the best way to be a poor loser, betting 15 points and utterly destroying the competition by the maximum amount of points, or only betting enough to win, and rubbing it in the faces of the other teams that we didn’t have to do much to defeat them.

I voted for the latter, equating it to taking a knee when you are winning in the last 45 seconds of a football game. Although, I still felt bad when they announced the final score. It was like the other team tried so hard, but they just couldn’t do it because we tripped them. Then we got the $50 and I didn’t care about the other teams’ feelings anymore.

Grand total winnings in house cash to date: $200. We are saving it up for a big blowout.

“Just because you are walking doesn’t mean you have the right to hold up fucking traffic!” – shouted at me as I crossed 5th Street at Spring Street, with the crosswalk signal indicating walk.

“Actually, sir, I am crossing protected by the lights, so yes it does. I’m not going to run across the crosswalk so that you can make your right turn on red quicker.” – what I should have said.

“Up yours!” accompanied by the finger – what I actually said.

DG would have been disappointed that I let slip an opportunity to yell “Suck my shit!”

Well, ok not really.

In one of those moments when you realize that some kind of metaphysical laws are chugging away behind the scenes, the neighbor’s car was broken into last night. These laws never explain anything, really. They just manifest themselves as vague coinincidences. This is the neighbor who parks in our driveway without asking for permission or even acknowledging that we are sitting on the porch. She’s got car karma.

At 5:30am this morning, a car alarm went off. Over and over and over and over. Leslie checked if it was ours (since it sounded like a weak Asian car horn), and we struggled to go back to sleep, complaining about the idiot who let it run on and on.

This morning I ran into B on the porch (what’s up with this guy’s work schedule? and when is he going to return our heating pad?) . He told me that the neighbor’s car was broken into. Her door was previously dented, and the window couldn’t be rolled all the way. We agreed that that was probably the reason that her car of all the rest was singled out. All they took was an iPod charger. They left her shoes. I guess they didn’t fit.

Odd that just last night, a cop patrolled down our street for the first time since we moved in. I feel perfectly safe in our neighborhood. We were just discussing this with DG on our way home from trivia Tuesday night.

B was very concerned about who did it; he was full of theories. He was sure it was the guy who goes through the trash in the alley. I could care less who did it. There’s no way of knowing. We haven’t had a car break-in since we’ve been here. Probably because there haven’t been any dumbasses leaving their windows rolled down.

Once again, we held first place going into the final round at trivia night.

Once againg, we screwed up the final question:

What 1933 movie is ranked highest on the AFI’s greatest American movie list that did not recieve any Acadamy Award nominations?

Answer in the comments.

Needless to say, we got it wrong, and dropped from first place to way below third.

Music Midtown 2005
Please note: re-entry will be permitted provided that patrons obtain a wristband before leaving the festival and present a valid ticket w/wristband when returning. DO NOT LOSE YOUR TICKET even if you have a wristband.

hmmm. That wristband thing makes me think that selling tickets might be difficult. This is the first year that they have done the 3 days 1 price thing, so no one really knows how it will work.