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I love you, I'm not gonna crack
Aug. 23rd, 2002 08:03 amYesterday was really more stressful than it needed to be. But really not that much happened. I got up early because my cel phone is broken (well, the speaker appears to be broken anyway. I can still dial out, I can still receive phone calls, I just can't hear anything.) Tried to find the Sprint Store at McCarthy Ranch, and proved conclusively I really have no idea where McCR is. But I did find it. Arrived to find out the place doesn't actually open until ten. So I hung out and finished a book that had been loaned to me. (Need new book now.) And when the place finally opened, I found out that the customer service department doesn't open until noon.
Considered waiting, but not in a serious fashion.
Work was much like work, even considering that I have two days left there before I'm no longer a regular.
Finally got out of work at seven, (an hour after closing) because we couldn't get the customers out of the store. Hyperactive child attacked Karsten with a plastic scythe and broke one of the cheap plastic swords.
Glanced at the clock and thought (because I'm an idiot) that I could scoot down to the store and still get to gaming at seven-thirty. And was promptly engulfed by the Flight to 880 that takes place every evening. Which extends up hwy237 and every single road around it as people bottleneck together to try and get over the hills to Stockton or up the bay to Oakland or anywhere that's not South Bay after work.
Finally got to the store at eight, when I could call people and tell them I was running late by borrowing a phone. And the nice saleslady said that warranty should cover replacement, but it sounded like she'd have to charge me if I wanted to transfer my phone book to the new phone. (Plus, it may not have Sousa's Liberty Bell March as a ringer tone. Sadness.) And then she sold me a $5 earpiece to make the phone usable until we worked out a replacement.
Then I drove back up 237 and as the sun went down I became convinced that my lights weren't working and I was going to be stuck somewhere around the 237/82 exchange when it got dark. But they were, and I didn't.
Got to Slimy House, decompressed, had brief psychodrama, and wonderful Mary fed me which defused much of the psychodrama.
And then we killed things and got experience points and went up levels, which means that next week I can go back to role playing.
**EDIT**
Things about xXx....
The Theme from the Third Man amused me, especially when it turned into some sort of techno remix of TftTM.
Using a celphone in a club amused me. Apparently Rammstein isn't as loud as he'd like us to believe, because if I tried to talk to somebody while clubbing it'd be a pretty predictable experience. "WHAT?? ....WHAT?? ....WHAT?? I'LL CALL YOU BACK! THERE'S AN ENEMY AGENT IN THE CLUB!"
All the Bondisms amused me. There was M, there was Q, there was 'the line that you know will become a joke later' (I told him cigarettes would kill him.), there was the tricked out ride, there was the conversion of the Hot Spy Babe On The Other Side (who did not have a goofy name like D. Licious Thighs), there was the phone call from M at the end of the episode where he says Stop having sex with that girl, Bond, I'm trying to talk to you....
Considered waiting, but not in a serious fashion.
Work was much like work, even considering that I have two days left there before I'm no longer a regular.
Finally got out of work at seven, (an hour after closing) because we couldn't get the customers out of the store. Hyperactive child attacked Karsten with a plastic scythe and broke one of the cheap plastic swords.
Glanced at the clock and thought (because I'm an idiot) that I could scoot down to the store and still get to gaming at seven-thirty. And was promptly engulfed by the Flight to 880 that takes place every evening. Which extends up hwy237 and every single road around it as people bottleneck together to try and get over the hills to Stockton or up the bay to Oakland or anywhere that's not South Bay after work.
Finally got to the store at eight, when I could call people and tell them I was running late by borrowing a phone. And the nice saleslady said that warranty should cover replacement, but it sounded like she'd have to charge me if I wanted to transfer my phone book to the new phone. (Plus, it may not have Sousa's Liberty Bell March as a ringer tone. Sadness.) And then she sold me a $5 earpiece to make the phone usable until we worked out a replacement.
Then I drove back up 237 and as the sun went down I became convinced that my lights weren't working and I was going to be stuck somewhere around the 237/82 exchange when it got dark. But they were, and I didn't.
Got to Slimy House, decompressed, had brief psychodrama, and wonderful Mary fed me which defused much of the psychodrama.
And then we killed things and got experience points and went up levels, which means that next week I can go back to role playing.
**EDIT**
Things about xXx....
The Theme from the Third Man amused me, especially when it turned into some sort of techno remix of TftTM.
Using a celphone in a club amused me. Apparently Rammstein isn't as loud as he'd like us to believe, because if I tried to talk to somebody while clubbing it'd be a pretty predictable experience. "WHAT?? ....WHAT?? ....WHAT?? I'LL CALL YOU BACK! THERE'S AN ENEMY AGENT IN THE CLUB!"
All the Bondisms amused me. There was M, there was Q, there was 'the line that you know will become a joke later' (I told him cigarettes would kill him.), there was the tricked out ride, there was the conversion of the Hot Spy Babe On The Other Side (who did not have a goofy name like D. Licious Thighs), there was the phone call from M at the end of the episode where he says Stop having sex with that girl, Bond, I'm trying to talk to you....