ways to tell i'm not my neighbors.

...i'm potentially more courteous

When I am getting out of my car with a load of groceries, and then as I am walking towards the apartment building, I notice that two of my other neighbors are both getting out of their cars with loads of groceries, my automatic inclination is to prop the door open so that the other people don't have to akwardly set down their groceries, fish for keys, and then fumble their ways into the building, like I just had to do.

I am also inclined to do things like hold the elevator if someone is immediately behind me, with a large load of groceries, or at least send the elevator back down to the first floor once I reach mine, if said neighbor isn't close enough for me to reasonably wait. I do have ice cream melting, you know.

i thought the text said it all.

...but it wasn't clear enough

Okay, I just got an email from someone on eBay, regarding one of my listings.

After having played Chrono Cross through 2.5 times, I decided to play something else, and figured I might as well sell the game. That way I can stockpile Paypal funding to buy more games. I like to think of it as a self-generating entertainment fund.

In the colorful description, I included the following, word for word:

"This is the original release, and is in very good condition. It comes complete with the 2 original game discs, insert manual, and accompanying jewel case."

Crazy me, I thought it was pretty damned clear that this was the original version, and not the greatest hits release.

So this is the emailed question I got, which tells me that it wasn't clear enough for the average bear:

"is this the original or greatest hits version?"

I did behave, and replied with the following:

"I do believe I said it was the original in the actual text of the listing, but yes, it is original and not the greatest hit version."

What I really wanted to say was:

"If you aren't intelligent enough to read the listing for content, where it CLEARLY states several times that it is the original version, and not the greatest hits release, perhaps you shouldn't bid on this game.

"I say this because I'm pretty sure that if you're that dense, you probably 1) will not enjoy the subtleties of the game, because it's clever and requires strategic planning, patience, and out of the box thinking, and 2) will be terribly confused by the complexities of the plot -- it's like a "Choose you own adventure" book, except with moving pictures and an interactive controller device! There's body swapping for criminy's sake, and an important message about how mankind is a mistake and a blight upon everything with which it comes into contact. You probably won't even care (if you even realize) that you're a patsy and have been duped into doing stupid things throughout much of the game by manipulative forces of evil.

But if you really want to ask me stupid questions and give me money as well, I guess I'm game for that, but on a limited basis. If you really want to drown me with idiocy, buy the game, but don't even dare to be suprised that the handling fee is going to at least triple."

But I didn't, because I'm a grown-up. And I want to sell things to people with money so that I can make money in return. It doesn't pay to alienate potential customers. Literally and figuratively. But mostly literally.

And now, to bed. But first, to set back all the clocks!

who the hell knows?

...i'm perplexed

I don't understand Bobobo-Bo Bo-Bobo.

Seriously.

What the fuck is it, and why is it on Cartoon Network?

Trigun makes more sense, and that's saying a hell of a lot.

Anime News Network's summary of the show is this:

"Bo Bobo is a man with the incredible power of hearing the voices of hair and using his own to fight. He uses his power to fight off the Margarita Empire and all of EmperorTsuru Tsuruiina's minions who are stealing the hair off of anyone they find to power up their emperor."

Apparently his nose-hair figures largely into his combat style.

Yes, I said nose-hair.

Nose-hair is his weapon of choice.

I used to work with someone that swore she wasn't a hairdresser, but was instead able to "channel the hair," and then cut it however it was supposed to be cut, as per the hair's pychic instruction.

She also believed that in a past life she was a demi-human slave girl on Atlantis, and that she taught music to some sort of patrician's lovely children. Apparently, Atlantis went down because of volcanic action. I know this because she remembers it happening.

But then you have to remember that she was a staunch vegan, on her way to becoming a fruitarian (you only eat that which did not die in order to be eaten. Wild rice? okay. Wheat? bad. Apple and orange good. Carrot and potato bad. Etcetera.), with the ultimate goal of subsiting only on water and air. Like the yogis or something.

But she didn't use her nose-hairs for anything but their intended filtration purposes.

Jesus, I know a hell of a lot of nutjobs. They're everywhere.

Yes, pot kettle, kettle pot.

I know.

But still.

rcn isn't so yummylicious

...or something like that.

10.16.05

You know, if you're going to change the cable channel line up, you shouldn't mysteriously give me free pay-per-view, the movie channel, cinemax, encore, and whatnot, and then mysteriously whisk them away at like 10:15pm, the same evening.

Because some of us were watching The Punisher for the first and probably only time, because Thomas Jane is the Christopher Lambert for the 21st Century*, and we're all secretly Christopher Lambert fangirls/boys. And right when it was getting to the final punishing bits, like the last 5 minutes or so, it went all squigglevision. So, I was forced to watch/listen to the ending of the movie like it was scrambled porn.

Which made my head hurt.

Incidentally, if you're going to take away 5 more of the channels in my cable lineup, in addition to the 5 or 6 you've already snatched away, my bill should be shrinking accordingly. I now lack MTV, VH1 & BET, as well as some old timey movie channels. Not that I used them much, but it was nice to know that I could watch Soul Train or Punk'd if I really wanted to at some point in my life.
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*Plus, Mr. Jane was cut like crystal in this movie, and he was shirtless a lot. Which is yummylicious. I like the muscular divets around the hipbones that only occur when you are buff. Then can make me even forgive a moderately furry chest.

gracious...

...i've seen it all

10.13.05

I believe that I have pretty much seen it all, as of earlier this afternoon.

Whilst channel surfing (surfing, hah!), I happened upon an episode of Batman (the live action dumbass version) that I had not previously seen.

Wherein, Batman and The Joker had a surf-off.

A surf-off replete with personalized long boards (Batman's was yellow with a black bat logo, and Joker's was green with a image of his face at the top) and associated surfing gear.

Such as the brightly-colored, wildly-patterned surf shorts they were wearing OVER their regular costumes/finery...

Batman's yellow and black long shorts over his gray and black costume, the yellow utility belt fashionably worn over the waistband of the shorts, and Joker's green and black pair, making a striking contrast to his lovely magenta suit.

Because I can't get the images out of my head. They weren't bright enough to permanently burn into my retinas, but damned near close.

I know I'm going to have a disturbing dream about this.

I just do.

something so cliche

...it made me want to share

10.02.05

I went to see Serenity with Tifling & Willybean, (HI WIL!) and then went out to dinner with some of their friends.

As per the norm, I forgot my packaged leftovers on the table. It's been happening my whole life, & pretty much if someone doesn't catch it before we leave the restaurant, I will probably remember the food all by myself 5% of the time, if that.

I also bought Anansi Boys, by Neil Gaiman at Borders, as did Willybean.

Now I want Thud, by Terry Pratchett, which Willybean already has. He said that after Tifling read it that I could borrow it, but I would prefer to own my own copy, since I have every single one of the regular books in the Discworld series, including the young adult fiction ones, & the slightly racy Nanny Ogg's Cookbook. And I just ordered it from Amazon because it is more economical that way. And I even ordered Three Incestuous Sisters, by Audrey Niffenegger, Where's My Cow? by Terry Pratchett, & Batman Begins on DVD, too.

Which is all well and good, but isn't the reason I'm sharing.

As I was driving home, I was waiting for the light to change at Albion, so I could turn onto Clark, when the doors on the car in front of me opened up, a bunch of Asian kids got out, ran around the car and all hopped back, right as the light was changing.

That's right, a Chinese Firedrill.

And even better, possibly a Chinese Chinese Firedrill, although a Vietnamese Chinese Firedrill, a Thai Chinese Firedrill, or even a Malaysian Chinese Firedrill would be almost as good.