Wrapping up the Hammock Saga; I befriend a barfly

[grrgoyl]

This is the final chapter in my eBay Hammock Buying Saga, which I know no one cares about, but I need to save this shit for future reference.

Guess the seller didn't take too kindly to my followup feedback after their outlandish claim of shipping next day (my exact words were "Paid June 26. Shipped July 3. Which calendar are you using?"). So they punished me by leaving me a neutral feedback saying only "Thanks." Which is patently unfair -- the only way I could be a better buyer was if I paid before the auction actually ended. This is the way most sellers do business though, and it really, really twists my panties. By all rights feedback should be left for the buyer once payment is received (which is how I handle my buyers). But sellers withhold feedback, making it contingent on receiving their feedback, so they can retaliate with this level of immaturity should the buyer be unhappy. It's normally courteous to clear up any dissatisfaction before feedback is left, which I tried to do. If my comments came out of left field for this seller, that means either they didn't read the complaint I sent or they thought I was only joking.

Whatever. I was going to follow up their feedback for me but I don't want this to escalate into a stupid war (too late?) that will only make me think how much I hate this fucking seller every time I look at my hammock. Just take note, eBayers: Collectionsetc is the user name. Sure, they've got a metric ton of positive feedback, but to me the measure of a seller is how they behave when the transaction doesn't go smoothly.

Unrelated note: Do we really need a live action Underdog movie? Just saw the ad.

Hammock related, the following is for kavieshana, whom I endeavor to make happy in all things:

"Hammock Song" with my unwilling assistant, Duncan Munchkin

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This past weekend was not only Tery's birthday, but our 15-year anniversary. Holy crapamolie. Anyway, to celebrate she wanted Ryan and I to join her at the City Pub (aka Toby Jug) for a trivia tournament. She and I sat at the bar waiting for Ryan to arrive, watching some sort of All American Home Run Derby something-or-other on the telly (I wasn't watching it so much as facing it).

She got up to use the bathroom, leaving me with a pleasant-looking guy at the end of the bar (she makes a point to introduce me to everyone else, so this was a stranger). He started discussing the derby with me, which is I guess my fault for facing the TV and inaccurately portraying myself as someone who cares about baseball. Since I was only smiling and nodding my head politely rather than focusing on his words, I was able to notice his baseball cap, violet with the initials "HP" in unmistakable lightning font. "So, you like Harry Potter?" I asked. Did he ever! He started jabbering excitedly about the new movie and the new book. Despite appearing completely normal and perfectly at home in a bar, he confessed he wore a cape to the movies and re-read all the books each time a new one was released. We were enjoying a very animated, engrossing conversation until Tery returned, unable to believe that I had managed to find a Harry Potter fan in HER bar. I stopped short of discussing my Snarry fixation though, to her relief.

AND we won the trivia tournament! Our team, the Banana Hammocks, ROCKS UR FACE OFF.

Comments

NOT FIRST, dammit.

[kavieshana.livejournal.com]

I've never understood why sellers don't give buyers their reviews immediately, either. A buyer's job is pretty much done as soon as they pay, so that's when they should get feedback. Stupid eBay politics.

RE the Underdog movie: No. IMO, we didn't need Underdog to begin with.

Haha. That's awesome, thanks! 'Course, now I'm gonna have that song stuck in my head all day. I didn't realize it was a cloth hammock. Maybe you'll get lucky and have less droopage than you'd get from a rope hammock.

RE the comment above me: EEEWWWW, Daniel Radcliffe. WTF happened?

Happy anniversary! and Happy Birthday Tery!

How cool, finding an HP fan. I'm always excited when that happens. You should've brought up your Snarry obsession. It couldn't be more embarrassing than wearing a cape.

I have made you a crappy macro. Enjoy.

Okay, I stand corrected. People are monitoring my LJ round the clock to get the first comment in

[grrgoyl.livejournal.com]

Naturally I agree 100%. Just because I'm unhappy with you as a seller doesn't mean you automatically get to be unhappy with me as a buyer, unless I haven't paid you. I only left neutral feedback once for a buyer, because she took like 2 weeks to pay me. So then she left ME neutral feedback, claiming the CD case was cracked. As if a) I have any control what happens in shipping and b) it's not the easiest thing in the world to replace. I realized it was just that childish retaliation thing though.

See, you've gone and made me paranoid about droopage. There's a little butt sag, but maybe it will tighten up if I wash it.

Thank you! and Thank you!

I thought it was pretty cool. Tery's still in disbelief.

Wow, thanks for the macro. I think Borat wears that look so much better.

Obviously. I'm thinking of putting e-mail alerts on some of my LJ friends.

[kavieshana.livejournal.com]

You can wash them? There's so much about the world of hammocks that I do not know.

Oh my God. You know how ads sometimes play annoying sound clips, and you have to refresh the page to turn them off? I just had something pop up in one of my tabs, a black screen that played a really creepy song. It was a children-of-the-corn style gothic song with electronic interference and high-pitched piano notes like in a child's song. I was listening to a song I hadn't heard yet at the time, so I blamed it on the song. I actually listened to the thing, getting more and more creeped out and annoyed, for five minutes before I realized it wasn't the song. It took me five more minutes to find the pop-up. Why do I think you want to know that?

I expect you to make team t-shirts featuring that macro (since you seem so open to suggestions). Go!

How do you do that? I obviously have a lot to learn about using LJ

[grrgoyl.livejournal.com]

Of course you can wash them silly. Though I'll need to work around the big wooden support frames.

I probably didn't need to know that, though I am curious about the sensation of being creeped out and annoyed simultaneously.

Don't push your luck.

Go to someone's userinfo and click on the tack button above their name.

[kavieshana.livejournal.com]

I was partly annoyed because I was sure that the internet was causing the noise, and partly creeped out because a small bit of me believed it was my computer itself that was possessed and was making the noise to warn me of my impending death.

Consider yourself tacked, missy.

[grrgoyl.livejournal.com]

LOL How can I program my computer to warn me of my impending death? These newfangled machines are amazing!

OUCH.

[kavieshana.livejournal.com]

I guess you just don't have the kind of relationship with your computer that I have with mine.

Re: How do you do that? I obviously have a lot to learn about using LJ

[kavieshana.livejournal.com]

I found it! Share my pain, unless you really are working, in which case share my pain later.

http://persephone.thehansofoundation.org/

Re: How do you do that? I obviously have a lot to learn about using LJ

[grrgoyl.livejournal.com]

Well, since you told me ahead of time that it's NOT a warning of my impending death, I felt merely annoyed. Thank you for sharing though.

Re: How do you do that? I obviously have a lot to learn about using LJ

[kavieshana.livejournal.com]

I'll just have to embed the song in my journal, so you can be properly scared next time.

[lizzieloudotcom.livejournal.com]

Wow. This picture amuses and horrifies my so much that I think I just passed out for a minute. Please please, someone photoshop Elaine and Tery into those outfits!

[kavieshana.livejournal.com]

I'd like to see that too, Old Friend Bear. Unfortunately my photoshop skillz are not even on par with, say, a blind man born in one of those dusty countries that has never heard of computers.