Monday, September 12, 2005
Chicken Places and New, Stupid Laws in Georgia
I love Zaxby's? Is that cool? I don't know. It's one of those food chains I'd never heard of until I moved BACK to Georgia. Now I eat there FOR EVERY MEAL. No, not really that often, but about once a week. They serve chicken fingers and fries and Texas Toast and cole slaw. Four of my favorite things and part of the reason I now weigh 346 pounds. Or 219, whichever. Anyway, it's darn good. I went there tonight with my brother after he obliterated me at Halo 2. I believe that I now suck at that game, and I may, in fact, have never been any good at it. I think I know how my countless victims of GoldenEye must have felt when they died over and over again by my relentless grenade-launcher; or those who fell by Spinal's axe in Killer Instinct. It feels good to dominate in games like that, and it feels really demoralizing to lose as hard as I did tonight.
In completely unrelated news, I read this morning that Georgia went and got itself a poll tax in recent months. NYTimes ran an editorial about it. Way to go, Georgia. Way to change the way people in the rest of the country think about the Deep South. To them, we're still nothing more than a collection of racists still upset about the War of Northern Aggression. If we keep up stuff like this, minds will never change. People who graduate from Georgia universities will always have a stigma attached to them when they seek jobs in the rest of the country. So long as Georgia continues to make headlines only when a lazy guy doesn't bury all the bodies like he was supposed to, or when a starey-eyed bride-to-be runs off to New Mexico and lies about some minority group kidnaping her, or when the Georgia Republicans decide that it was about time some of them good Jim Crow-era policies made a comeback, Georgia will never be more than one of America's four or five retarded stepchildren.
But Georgia does have Zaxby's, and I think that makes up for almost everything.