Car = fantastic (even though I have to put air in the tires cause it got cold very suddenly.)
Job = moving along well (reasonably)
And the meat of the thing. - Contrivance.
Cherchez La femme people. I really have less to say about that particular topic than first assumed. The point, however, has pretty much been made.
Real quick: Mirror's edge is fantastic. The first person platforming truly carries the torch lit by Portal. The P.A. crowd is fast to denounce the story mode, but its quick and engaging and (at least to me) genuinely fun. Continuing this theme, Fallout 3 is earthshaking (just don't finish the story mode).
Thus ends the review portion of tonight's missive. I'm going to assume your forgiveness. Deal with it.
News that has me planning a trip to a state I know no one in: In much the same way that NIN is the brainchild of Trent Reznor, Puscifer is the playground of Maynard James Keenan (Tool, APC). Maynard now has an ostensibly Puscifer related store in Arizona. Puscifer merch, locally grown coffee, limited edition memerobilia of Maynard's choosing that is replaced regularly. Basically a mecca towards which people like me can flock (or at least plan a sensible vacation around). Now, If I can manage to find an acceptable reason to go to a desert, I'll be all set.
On an infinately sadder note, today I purcheoused the Wrath of the Lich King expansion for World of Warcraft. Having quit this exostential leach of a game months ago, I was just getting used to having free time. Alas, like all deeply unbalanced addicts, I backslid. Not unforgivable, but very very sad all the same. I absolutely refuse to comment on how much fun the new Hero Class is. REFUSE.
God bless the fermentation process and all it does for us.
PRAISE HOJO ect ect, you know the drill.
11.19.2008
11.06.2008
Tantric Touchless Tonsillectomy
The time has come, the Walrus said, to talk of Cars n' things. Of Bonuses and Angry Brides and other Happenings. And whether Thanksgivings actually the Holiday it seems. Cal-oo Cal-ay A Post Todaaaaay. WE'RE CABBAGES AND KINGS.
Section I (New Business)
Whilst at the bank delivering my stores daily deposit last Monday, I emerged from the monetarily oriented paper-prison to find that the transmission on my van (a 2001 Oddessy with 300k miles, by all accounts a warrior in good standing) had not only given up the ghost, but actually entered the realms of self-destruction. This resulted in my person being stranded at that particular patch of ground for 6 hours that seemed like many more, and my being car-less for the rest of the week.
It also resulted in the purcheous of a new car. A 2009 Honda Fit Sport AT to be exact. A car of such awe inspiring fabulosity, such breathtaking fantasticity, such word bedamning superpimpness, that... you get the idea. A dizzying list of amenities, 30 mpg average, 7 airbags, 10 cupholders, a USB jack inside one of the two glove compartments where my iPOD now lives...
I've never been one to name a possession, but after being asked repeatedly what Im going to name it, I've decided on Magdalena. Two reasons: One, its a Maynard reference, and If Im a fanboy of anything its that unbalanced bastard. Two, the lyric applies pretty specifically (I am quite litterally selling 'my soul, my self-esteem a dollar at a time - For ... my Magdalena').
Section II (Old Business)
My position at MW TUX continues to solidify as I learn more every day about what our system can and cannot do and what constitutes efficient customer service in a tuxedo rental situation. Most of this is done through trial and error, so really its all a matter of time and tide. Having met our 'Excellent' goal for october netted my SM and I a hefty bonus (mines 400 bucks). I continue to grapple with the angry bride possibilites that present themselves on a near daily basis, but again: tide and time.
Side note: At the holiday party I wore the Grey Cutaway (as can be seen at mwtux.com (which appears to currently be down)) and I looked damn good. I still dont know how I got my hand on so many drink tickets when they were supposed to be in short supply, but I met a lot of ppl and ravaged a giant posh buffet and put a hefty dent in the bar nearest our table. Job well done in my opinion.
Section III (Seeing I:Scintilla at Jaxx on the 24th)
This WILL happen. Whatever I have to say or do to my family, however much I offend my grandparents by leaving thier house early (or not going at all). COME HELL OR HIGH WATER. I will see this show. Adam and I waited all night to see 20 goddamn minutes of thier set in DC before we had to run back to the metro to get home before they shut down for the night. I will rape and pillage, cheat and browbeat, maul and/or embarrass anyone and everyone I must to enable me to attend this show. You have been warned.
Section I (New Business)
Whilst at the bank delivering my stores daily deposit last Monday, I emerged from the monetarily oriented paper-prison to find that the transmission on my van (a 2001 Oddessy with 300k miles, by all accounts a warrior in good standing) had not only given up the ghost, but actually entered the realms of self-destruction. This resulted in my person being stranded at that particular patch of ground for 6 hours that seemed like many more, and my being car-less for the rest of the week.
It also resulted in the purcheous of a new car. A 2009 Honda Fit Sport AT to be exact. A car of such awe inspiring fabulosity, such breathtaking fantasticity, such word bedamning superpimpness, that... you get the idea. A dizzying list of amenities, 30 mpg average, 7 airbags, 10 cupholders, a USB jack inside one of the two glove compartments where my iPOD now lives...
I've never been one to name a possession, but after being asked repeatedly what Im going to name it, I've decided on Magdalena. Two reasons: One, its a Maynard reference, and If Im a fanboy of anything its that unbalanced bastard. Two, the lyric applies pretty specifically (I am quite litterally selling 'my soul, my self-esteem a dollar at a time - For ... my Magdalena').
Section II (Old Business)
My position at MW TUX continues to solidify as I learn more every day about what our system can and cannot do and what constitutes efficient customer service in a tuxedo rental situation. Most of this is done through trial and error, so really its all a matter of time and tide. Having met our 'Excellent' goal for october netted my SM and I a hefty bonus (mines 400 bucks). I continue to grapple with the angry bride possibilites that present themselves on a near daily basis, but again: tide and time.
Side note: At the holiday party I wore the Grey Cutaway (as can be seen at mwtux.com (which appears to currently be down)) and I looked damn good. I still dont know how I got my hand on so many drink tickets when they were supposed to be in short supply, but I met a lot of ppl and ravaged a giant posh buffet and put a hefty dent in the bar nearest our table. Job well done in my opinion.
Section III (Seeing I:Scintilla at Jaxx on the 24th)
This WILL happen. Whatever I have to say or do to my family, however much I offend my grandparents by leaving thier house early (or not going at all). COME HELL OR HIGH WATER. I will see this show. Adam and I waited all night to see 20 goddamn minutes of thier set in DC before we had to run back to the metro to get home before they shut down for the night. I will rape and pillage, cheat and browbeat, maul and/or embarrass anyone and everyone I must to enable me to attend this show. You have been warned.
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