After a rather tiring business trip up to Boston, I pondered something that I often think about while walking through the BWI airport ... the folks who frequent this airport are some of the most unfortunate looking people I have ever come across. Not to say that Baltimorons are particularly unfortunate looking, I actually consider the Baltimore-Metro area to be full of attractive Joes and Jills. However, the folks who are in the BWI airport often provide me with some great people-watching and grossout moments.
Here's the ratio that I like to use in terms of all things wonderful/beautiful/successful/intelligent/amazing:
Baltimorons (and Marylanders in general) are alllll the wayyyy up hereeeeee
Other states are down here ...
and PA is alllll the wayyyyyy down hereeeee.
In case you haven't already noticed, I hate PA. I hate it so much it gives me chills. The people, their driving, their appearance, their manners, their intelligence (or lack there of), and specifically their stupid ass football team ... piss me off. A lot. So thusly, I'm going to blame all of the "beauties" at the BWI airport on PA.
Now, I have frequented a pretty decent amount of airports due to my career, either as a layover hub, or as a destination. I'd say the best people watching/ugliest people encountered occurred in Pioria, IL. In general, those people are poor unfortunate souls. Very nice people, but holy 1992.
Back to my hatred for PA: I've really pissed off (non-Marylanders) about my distaste/disgust for Pennsyltucky. If you lived close to PA, you'd understand. I have friends in VA, and lots of coworkers in MA who just don't get it. And they wouldn't, unless they were really close to PA and had to suffer through seeing/hearing these disgusting people on a regular basis. My biggest disgust? When someone with a PA license plate, driving all messed up on MY highway has a Raven's or an O's sticker on their car. Get the eff outta here! Go back to PA, support your stupid team, enjoy your reduced housing taxes, and shut the hell up.
Go Ravens! Go O's! Go Bmore! Go Maryland! PA sucks.
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Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Poop E. Doop = Stuff or Things
I just talked to my best buddy, Lizzy G, on Skype and thought I'd share one of our favorite stories with readers.
Let me preface by saying that there are plenty of things out there that Lizzy G and I find to be quite normal until we tell others ... then we realize how weird we are. Case in point: my cat's names. I never thought that Carlton Banks or Mustacho were out of the ordinary ... until I had to tell the vet and friends/family. It never really occurred to me that I'd be telling people the names of my kitty babies. Oh well. Apparently people prefer the names Fluffy and Kitty or something equally uncreative.
Anyways, when Lizzy G and I first lived in downtown Baltimore, we were trying to think of a good wireless network name. Suddenly, it came to us: Poop E. Doop! Of course! Our favorite thing to say ... how could we not make this our wireless name? Again, we thought nothing of this, until I had to get my computer worked on for work and someone dialed in remotely ... and "Wireless Connection: Poop E. Doop" appeared on my screen. Oops, embarrassing.
Lizzy G and I carried on the Poop E. Doop tradition in our second apartment together, and I have the same name here living on my own. My future sister-in-law tried to use her laptop last weekend and needed the wireless network name ... embarrassing again. I guess it's worth the few embarrassing times, because it always cracks me up when I see my network name. I just got a new phone this weekend and it pops up on my screen: AT&T- Poop E. Doop. Very refreshing to see.
So, here's the Poop E. Doop story. And if you don't think the name Poop E. Doop is funny, then you need to step it up and get on my level.
Lizzy G and I worked for a promotional company over the summer when we were in college, and one campaign we were promoting was a mortgage company. We basically had to get people to sign up for this sweepstakes that paid off someone's mortgage at the end of the summer, in exchange for a lot of personal information. Anyways, we did this at a lot of the O's games, which was a blast because, if you're from Bmore, you know that O's fans like to get pretty wasted. We had a protocol for how many of these information cards we had to fill out by the end of an evening, and normally ended up creating a few of our own to make the #s.
One evening, after getting tired of all the John Smiths and Joe Schmoes, I decided to fill in a card for a character I created named Poop E. Doop (and if you say the name outloud, you always have to say Poop E period Doop). Of course, Lizzy G and I thought this was so absurdly hilarious that we started using the name in everyday life (this was long before my wireless network name). Instead of using the boring words "stuff" or "things," we would say Poop E. Doop. Ex: "Just take that bag of Poop E. Doop to the trash" or "Would you mind getting your Poop E. Doop out of my sight?" Hilarious. Feel free to use the term.
Let me preface by saying that there are plenty of things out there that Lizzy G and I find to be quite normal until we tell others ... then we realize how weird we are. Case in point: my cat's names. I never thought that Carlton Banks or Mustacho were out of the ordinary ... until I had to tell the vet and friends/family. It never really occurred to me that I'd be telling people the names of my kitty babies. Oh well. Apparently people prefer the names Fluffy and Kitty or something equally uncreative.
Anyways, when Lizzy G and I first lived in downtown Baltimore, we were trying to think of a good wireless network name. Suddenly, it came to us: Poop E. Doop! Of course! Our favorite thing to say ... how could we not make this our wireless name? Again, we thought nothing of this, until I had to get my computer worked on for work and someone dialed in remotely ... and "Wireless Connection: Poop E. Doop" appeared on my screen. Oops, embarrassing.
Lizzy G and I carried on the Poop E. Doop tradition in our second apartment together, and I have the same name here living on my own. My future sister-in-law tried to use her laptop last weekend and needed the wireless network name ... embarrassing again. I guess it's worth the few embarrassing times, because it always cracks me up when I see my network name. I just got a new phone this weekend and it pops up on my screen: AT&T- Poop E. Doop. Very refreshing to see.
So, here's the Poop E. Doop story. And if you don't think the name Poop E. Doop is funny, then you need to step it up and get on my level.
Lizzy G and I worked for a promotional company over the summer when we were in college, and one campaign we were promoting was a mortgage company. We basically had to get people to sign up for this sweepstakes that paid off someone's mortgage at the end of the summer, in exchange for a lot of personal information. Anyways, we did this at a lot of the O's games, which was a blast because, if you're from Bmore, you know that O's fans like to get pretty wasted. We had a protocol for how many of these information cards we had to fill out by the end of an evening, and normally ended up creating a few of our own to make the #s.
One evening, after getting tired of all the John Smiths and Joe Schmoes, I decided to fill in a card for a character I created named Poop E. Doop (and if you say the name outloud, you always have to say Poop E period Doop). Of course, Lizzy G and I thought this was so absurdly hilarious that we started using the name in everyday life (this was long before my wireless network name). Instead of using the boring words "stuff" or "things," we would say Poop E. Doop. Ex: "Just take that bag of Poop E. Doop to the trash" or "Would you mind getting your Poop E. Doop out of my sight?" Hilarious. Feel free to use the term.