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.I finally got a digital camera. Best Buy had a Kodak selling for a reasonable price. I did my research and went into the store set on buying only the camera and none of the unnecessary extras. The Best Buy employee had other ideas… "Do you want the camera dock? It's pretty convenient. It charges the batteries and transfers pictures automatically. It's almost essential really…" No, liar. I have a $15 battery charger and the pictures will transfer via the included USB cable. I'm not spending $80 on a superfluous piece of hardware… "How 'bout extra batteries, maybe you want a memory card for it? You know, if you don't get the memory card, then you can only take, like, ten pictures." Now, I do my research when I'm buying things over a $100. I know the built-in memory card holds up to 24 pictures at the best quality. You want the commission, I get it. But don't lie to me … you miserable piece of shit. Anyway, I managed to fend off his advances and I got the camera for the price I was willing to pay … and I'm very happy with my purchase.
I spent Independence Day weekend in Palo Alto with Melinda. Actually, she lives right NEXT to Palo Alto in a town called Menlo Park. Menlo Park and its immediate neighbor, Atherton, are some super-nice Bay Area suburbs. Residents can afford a BMW AND a "C: DOS, C:DOSRUN, C:RUNDOSRUN" t-shirt … because those t-shirts are, you know, real expensive … and people up there wear that kind of shit … because they're high-tech … shut up. Independence Day was low key. We did a lot of lounging, ate chicken sandwiches and watched the "Best of Jiminy Glick" DVD. Melinda bought me the DVD and a CD featuring various punk-rock bands covering songs from the 80s … thanks Snookie! Originally we were set to BBQ at a friend of Melinda's. The friend flaked because she had to get up early for work the next day. So we set out for pizza, but right before we left the flake-friend showed up and wants pizza too. Fine. Let's all go to pizza … Jesus. At the pizzeria we got to talking about our shoplifting experiences. I told the story of my one and only attempt at lifting shop. I was in a Ross' of all places, set on stealing myself a pair of pants. I found such a pair and headed for the dressing room to "try them on." The plan was to put my pants on over the pair from Ross. I had my trusty pocket knife and I attempted to cut off the plastic tag that sets of the door alarms. Nobody's EVER tried this … right. So I'm in the dressing room furiously cutting away at the security device when it gets wise and sprays ink all over my hands and shirt. Crap. I freaked out, abandoned the jeans and got the hell out of there with my ink-stained hands buried in my pockets. Thank Christ I wore a jacket that day. It covered the ink on my shirt quite nicely. I don't even know why I tried that … I think some older boys told me to … Yeah, I was a freshman in college … so lame. P> We saw "28 Days Later" on Saturday evening. I thought it was going to be a sequel to the smash-hit "28 Days" starring the radiant Sandra Bullock as a recovering drug addict. I thought it was going to be, you know, like, "28 Days Later: Back On The Wagon!" No such luck. It involved zombies, which is just as good really. Sandra Bullock kind of looks like a zombie … a sexy zombie. The movie involves a plague that wipes out earth's population and turns victims into, say it with me … zombies. In the typical zombie fashion, the undead plague victims tried to eat the brains of the uninfected survivors. Lemme tell ya, these zombies could MOVE. There was a scene where a group of survivors were trying to change a tire in a tunnel. Of course the zombies were running after them like Micheal Johnson on crack. But the tire gets changed and the survivors speed off just before the zombies reach them. The zombies, being the troopers that they are, run after them for a couple seconds then stop, apparently tired out. I didn't know zombies got tired. Their zombie chests were heaving, one looked doubled over. They were all like, "BrAiNs … BrAiNs …. Aw, fuck it." Melinda got a car on Sunday. It's a 1996 VW Passat SLX 4D something something. She bought it from a family friend, and that's cool, you know, as long as the transaction goes smoothly. You wouldn’t want something like a price dispute muddling up the situation … that might add tension. Well ... there was a price dispute. Melinda had understood the price to be one figure, but the seller had in mind a figure $1000 more than hers. Well, fuck a duck. She was set to get the car in the morning, but things weren't straightened out until that night. It was a bummer. But she got the car, and it's real purty. I fit in the trunk.
It's insane, this guys taint - 2004-12-07 |