It's been a while since my last post, meaning it's something like talking to an old friend you haven't seen since last year.
"Hey, how's it been? Your dad still into those trains? That's cool."
I beat Vice City. Great game. And I was right, the movie director was voiced by Dennis Hopper.
Um.
I am very sad.
Friday, August 19, 2005
Tuesday, August 9, 2005
Little Candy Shop of Horrors
Every person who has worked in retail at some point or another has their favorite horror story about the customers they deal with. Mine is less "horror" than "Jesus Christ," but I'll give it a go:
I was re-stocking some candy when three girls walk in. This in-and-of-itself was not strange. They look around, then come over to ask me a question. This, too, was all well within the realm of ordinary. Their question was this:
"How much does your guys' stuff cost?"
I looked more closely, to see if maybe she was indicating some specific "stuff." She wasn't.
"Uh, it sorta depends on what you get. . ." I stammered, looking slightly bewildered.
"Oh, he said it depends on what you get," the lead girl relayed to the other two. The trio moved away to inspect our goods.
My supervisor, who was working at the register where these girls checked out, later told me another story. Apparently, when the girls' merchandise rang up to $4.50, and the girls only had 4 dollars, they said to her: "Wait, it has to be right on?"
Now, say what you will, but there is a very big difference between sub-standard math skills and a basic failure to understand how our entire country functions.
I mean, seriously.
I was re-stocking some candy when three girls walk in. This in-and-of-itself was not strange. They look around, then come over to ask me a question. This, too, was all well within the realm of ordinary. Their question was this:
"How much does your guys' stuff cost?"
I looked more closely, to see if maybe she was indicating some specific "stuff." She wasn't.
"Uh, it sorta depends on what you get. . ." I stammered, looking slightly bewildered.
"Oh, he said it depends on what you get," the lead girl relayed to the other two. The trio moved away to inspect our goods.
My supervisor, who was working at the register where these girls checked out, later told me another story. Apparently, when the girls' merchandise rang up to $4.50, and the girls only had 4 dollars, they said to her: "Wait, it has to be right on?"
Now, say what you will, but there is a very big difference between sub-standard math skills and a basic failure to understand how our entire country functions.
I mean, seriously.
Saturday, August 6, 2005
Ach, Mein Parents
My parents return this coming tuesday, so in the immortal words of every 80s teen movie ever, "We gotta clean up!" Fortunately, I have the whole weekend to do so, but it's still going to be tense, which explains why I'm wasting time writing this blog entry.
Hey, it's probably better than wasting time playing GTA3.
Hey, it's probably better than wasting time playing GTA3.
Thursday, August 4, 2005
A Person I Will Live With
Well, I finally got my dorm/roommate assignment, a week after they said I would. Can't complain, I guess. Seems like a good texan fellow, likes the jazz, likes the good movies. Rock on.
And, I don't have work today because it rained heavily, making any employment in the park proper quite pointless, as they would be exclusively serving other emplyees.
That sentence makes sense in my head.
And, I don't have work today because it rained heavily, making any employment in the park proper quite pointless, as they would be exclusively serving other emplyees.
That sentence makes sense in my head.
Monday, August 1, 2005
Fooled You
Ok, I lied. It's . . . kinda what I do.
Whoever invented the caramel apple deserves a fucking medal. I mean, could you come up with shit this good? Didn't think so.
Splinter Cell is good, real good. It's a slightly different flavor from MGS and Hitman, but in the same family, I guess. Definitely looks better, anyhow. Personally, I prefer the slightly less realistic appeal of walking tanks, supernatural bosses, and Solid "Fucking" Snake to the political intrigue of SC, but it's still an extremely polished specimen. I give it an 8.5.
GTA 3 is, well, you've played it. Great game. Greeeat game.
I'm sensing a trend here, and the trend is that I discuss pressing matters of the day, only the day in question actually occurred in excess of 6 years ago.
Groovy.
Whoever invented the caramel apple deserves a fucking medal. I mean, could you come up with shit this good? Didn't think so.
Splinter Cell is good, real good. It's a slightly different flavor from MGS and Hitman, but in the same family, I guess. Definitely looks better, anyhow. Personally, I prefer the slightly less realistic appeal of walking tanks, supernatural bosses, and Solid "Fucking" Snake to the political intrigue of SC, but it's still an extremely polished specimen. I give it an 8.5.
GTA 3 is, well, you've played it. Great game. Greeeat game.
I'm sensing a trend here, and the trend is that I discuss pressing matters of the day, only the day in question actually occurred in excess of 6 years ago.
Groovy.
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