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I don't have a lot to say, but a week without updating is like a week without showering (which has been known to happen rarely, and doesn't do much to endear me to the ladies, if you know what I mean). And since my readership appears to have dwindled again, the beauty of talking to yourself is you don't get tired of listening.
I think I can finally put a period on the iClone. The auction ended at $113, a satisfactory increase from the starting price of $70 (which one joker stopped by and offered me on the spot, hinting that it would be the best I could expect since the phone was used. As the saying goes, I was born on a Monday, but not LAST Monday).
For the longest time my winning bidder was a guy in Germany, which kind of sucked considering I offered free worldwide shipping to entice buyers. Fortunately he was outbid by a guy in New York, whose Asian name, right or wrong, set my mind at rest about his ability to deal with the bizarre Korean programming the device features.
I had intended to ship it First Class, but didn't take into account that the package size fell outside the parameters. The clerk, accustomed to my normally rushed attitude (I typically pop in there before starting work in the mornings), didn't really make my options clear, and before I knew it I had paid $9 to send the thing Parcel Post, the most agonizingly slow shipping method.
I left, but couldn't stop thinking about it. I thought about how much I hate waiting for my stuff. I thought about how sometimes I'm willing to overlook small flaws in my purchases if the seller is friendly and it comes quickly, and as far as I'm concerned this phone, practically new or not, is one of the most flawed pieces of engineering I've ever seen. Sure, I can't be blamed for how it's made, but unlike ccslickscompany, I wasn't willing to leave anything to chance.
So I went back to the post office and I upgraded to Priority, a difference of only $1.65. Which I would've done in a heartbeat the first time if I'd known. He received it yesterday and left me positive feedback, so I think I can finally move on. I'm sure that's a relief to all of us. See, ccslickscompany? Was that so hard??
~*~
A bit of a PS to Mr. Tony from the party, the fanboy psychostalker.
Deb and I had retreated upstairs to look something up on the computer. Tony followed us up and, as is his way, totally took over the conversation. I showed Deb my spiffy Rickman mousepad and he exclaimed excitedly, "Oh, I love that guy!" Surprised, I of course concurred. "Have you ever seen him in that movie when he plays Jack the Ripper?" I had not, and Deb and I both looked at each other quizzically. "It's AWESOME!" he enthused.
At this point I've seen just about every second of Rickman that's been committed to celluloid, with the exception of Michael Collins (don't know what I'm waiting for) and of course his more obscure BBC stuff. I think, in all my covetous drooling over his filmography, I would have heard of him playing Jack the Ripper.
The answer of course is that he never did. Tony was thinking of David Warner, who played Saucy Jack in a sci-fi flick called Time After Time (I like David Warner fine, though thank god it isn't an obsession. The man's resumé is longer than my whole body). Based on Tony's exuberant description -- something about Jack discovering a time machine and being chased by HG Wells across time -- it sounds unbearably cheesy and silly, and lord knows my cheese tolerance is pretty high. Plus, how do you confuse Alan Rickman with David Warner?
Then as Tony was exiting the loft area, he stopped long enough to feign shock and outrage over my Snarry display (see icon), which from there was a natural progression to the rampant homophobia we saw downstairs. Just get back into your closet, you self-hating homo.
~*~
Now, for some ( ::quickie movie reviews!!:: )
I think I can finally put a period on the iClone. The auction ended at $113, a satisfactory increase from the starting price of $70 (which one joker stopped by and offered me on the spot, hinting that it would be the best I could expect since the phone was used. As the saying goes, I was born on a Monday, but not LAST Monday).
For the longest time my winning bidder was a guy in Germany, which kind of sucked considering I offered free worldwide shipping to entice buyers. Fortunately he was outbid by a guy in New York, whose Asian name, right or wrong, set my mind at rest about his ability to deal with the bizarre Korean programming the device features.
I had intended to ship it First Class, but didn't take into account that the package size fell outside the parameters. The clerk, accustomed to my normally rushed attitude (I typically pop in there before starting work in the mornings), didn't really make my options clear, and before I knew it I had paid $9 to send the thing Parcel Post, the most agonizingly slow shipping method.
I left, but couldn't stop thinking about it. I thought about how much I hate waiting for my stuff. I thought about how sometimes I'm willing to overlook small flaws in my purchases if the seller is friendly and it comes quickly, and as far as I'm concerned this phone, practically new or not, is one of the most flawed pieces of engineering I've ever seen. Sure, I can't be blamed for how it's made, but unlike ccslickscompany, I wasn't willing to leave anything to chance.
So I went back to the post office and I upgraded to Priority, a difference of only $1.65. Which I would've done in a heartbeat the first time if I'd known. He received it yesterday and left me positive feedback, so I think I can finally move on. I'm sure that's a relief to all of us. See, ccslickscompany? Was that so hard??
~*~
A bit of a PS to Mr. Tony from the party, the fanboy psychostalker.
Deb and I had retreated upstairs to look something up on the computer. Tony followed us up and, as is his way, totally took over the conversation. I showed Deb my spiffy Rickman mousepad and he exclaimed excitedly, "Oh, I love that guy!" Surprised, I of course concurred. "Have you ever seen him in that movie when he plays Jack the Ripper?" I had not, and Deb and I both looked at each other quizzically. "It's AWESOME!" he enthused.
At this point I've seen just about every second of Rickman that's been committed to celluloid, with the exception of Michael Collins (don't know what I'm waiting for) and of course his more obscure BBC stuff. I think, in all my covetous drooling over his filmography, I would have heard of him playing Jack the Ripper.
The answer of course is that he never did. Tony was thinking of David Warner, who played Saucy Jack in a sci-fi flick called Time After Time (I like David Warner fine, though thank god it isn't an obsession. The man's resumé is longer than my whole body). Based on Tony's exuberant description -- something about Jack discovering a time machine and being chased by HG Wells across time -- it sounds unbearably cheesy and silly, and lord knows my cheese tolerance is pretty high. Plus, how do you confuse Alan Rickman with David Warner?
Then as Tony was exiting the loft area, he stopped long enough to feign shock and outrage over my Snarry display (see icon), which from there was a natural progression to the rampant homophobia we saw downstairs. Just get back into your closet, you self-hating homo.
~*~
Now, for some ( ::quickie movie reviews!!:: )
