J Segal Design- Design a Life

So I decided, out of sheer boredom, to go to an event tonight happening in a nearby church basement. Funny thing is, every route out of my neighborhood, emphasis on “hood,” is under construction. You can enter, but it is nearly impossible to leave. We're on lockdown I guess. But I know a circuitous zigzag of roads that got me there, to the event, despite the urgings of orange signs telling me to turn back. On the way home, I decided to take the official detour route. The route that funnels all westbound traffic from several closed arteries down one 4 lane main road. The speed limit is 30, so anything above coasting puts one at risk, but I’m in no particular hurry. I’m not, but apparently a blond Mullett-headed ape in a muddy monster truck had some place to be, and urgently. Perhaps he had just left one of the many nearby strip clubs and was in a rush to give the ol’ lady what the girls had made for him. So on this particular road there is an intersection which seems custom ma...

So I went to the American Atheist National Convention. Or, as I like to call it: A convention about nothing. It was held in Cincinnati, Ohio which is somewhat nearby so I figured, why not? Held in the historic Hilton Netherland Plaza Hotel downtown on Easter weekend, I had high hopes of meeting and mingling with like-minded people, maybe having a beverage, and meeting some of my favorite Youtubers. even as I was checking in I spotted a few of them. My sheer glee at being there prompted the desk clerk to upgrade me to a fabulous 20th floor corner suite with breathtaking views. And all the attendees sported orange/red lanyards with American Atheist tags as big as Monopoly boards, so I instantly began chatting people up. I almost said “making friends,” but in general my conversations with strangers don’t result in friendship. I generally overstay my welcome or cross some line of decorum that wears out my welcome. Like when I accused a guy’s motive for being there was to “score some of...