Like I didn't already know that... :p

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This TOTALly sucks.

Those of you that have the pleasure of dealing with my bitching in your daily lives may disregard the following ('cuz I'm sure you've heard it all already).

Ahem. TOTAL DELIVERY SYSTEMS can eat my ass.

Here's why:

As most of you know, I like to shop on the Internet. This year, as usual, I ordered the vast majority of Christmas gifts I intend to give from various websites. Usually nothing ever goes wrong. Usually. Check this out:

Dec 9th: I place an order at a website (let's say "XYZ.com") for gifts for at least 5 different people.

Dec 13th: I come home from work and get handed a "Sorry we missed you/first delivery attempt" tag addressed to someone named Chris Baird that was found hanging on my landlord's doorknob. The tag is dated Dec 14th. That's cool -- except for the "Baird" thing. I call the delivery company -- TOTAL -- and they say it'll be dropped off tomorrow (the actual 14th.). Hmm, I won't be home. No problem, I'm told, just sign the release on the tag, and the driver will leave it by your door. I do just that.

Dec 14th: I come home from my 1 pm exam. No package. The tag still hangs from my landlord's door. Weird. Nobody knocks for the rest of the day.

Dec 15th: I come home from work. No package. The tag *still* hangs from my landlord's door. WTF? I check my email -- XYZ.com has provided me with a link to UPS's tracking page for my box. I click it just to see what it says about my box. "Delivered Dec 14th, 11 a.m." Oh really. So I call TOTAL, and very nicely ask where my package is. The girl there responded that it showed as being delivered, and that the driver had released it. Uh huh, so why do I still have the tag, and what signature did the driver get if no one was home, you futchtard? (Ed. note -- emphasis added.) Hmmm, the driver was new, she says. He might not have known to take the tag. Right, so my box was simply stolen from my doorstep (on a suburban cul-de-sac, no less) after your driver sneakily dropped it off WHILE PEOPLE WERE HOME, and coincidentally didn't take the release tag? Hmm, she says, I'll have someone check the warehouse, and I'll call the driver. Thanks.
She calls back ten minutes later. Umm, the driver doesn't remember. BIG EFFING SURPRISE. Please find my box.

Dec 16: While I'm getting ready for work in the morning, TOTAL leaves a mesage on my phone. Uhh, Mr. Baird, we have a package for you and we'll be bringing it by this morning -- we sure hope you're home. I won't be. Cari won't be. Peter won't be. I try to call them back to have them either deliver it to me at work, or to make sure and leave the package at the house, and bill me the COD. But, NO ANSWER! This is mere minutes after they called me! Sigh. I re-hang the tag on the landlord's door, and try to call again. No answer.
5 p.m., I come home from work. No package. The tag hangs from my landlord's door. Sighsighsigh. I try to call TOTAL. No answer.

Dec 17: Rant gets posted in blog.

Here's the best part -- assuming my package hasn't been lost again, and those monkies are even mildy apt at their jobs, the box should come to my door again. But guess who works Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday?

H8.

This is gold LOLZ.

Better than going blind, I guess...

Bye, Bye Baby It's Been Sweet Now

Little to note today except that I wrote my so-called "massive" Tax final in the morning. Either I'm super smart, the exam was super easy, or I totally bombed, because I was out of there in less than two hours.

Anyway, the key point here is that as I was walking back to my car through torrential downpour, I was thinking about how I was pretty much done school in terms of real work (PHIL should be a pushover on Thurs.) and how I was pretty much a free person.

I started grinning like an idiot.

I got in my car, turned it on and what starts playing? Fucking Freebird. OMG. I totally had a moment.

Creedence Clearwater Said It Best

"Gonna Run Through The Jungle."

I saw Apocalyto tonight. For a time it looked as though I might be cockblocked by my own stubborn refusal to go to the movies alone, but fortunately Mattie came through for me and opted to come out to see a movie he clearly had little interest in. Good on you, Mattie! Now what happened to the other people I invited? Hrm?

One person neglected to respond to my invite or didn't receive my message in time.
Another planned to come, but something came up.
Another wanted to come, but needed to go to bed early due to a very early morning obligation.
Another already had plans - fair enough. It was Saturday night after all.
Two others came, but sat elsewhere together.

So there I was at the movies with Mattie - are rare occurence for just the two of us to be out. I LOLed on the inside to note that he carried on the Fraser family tradition of leaving a seat between us. What? Are we at the urinals or something? Anyway, I treated myself to a bag of popcorn and (shamefully) ate the whole thing -- grease and all. Note: the girl at the concession tried to rip me off by 95 cents. I caught her. The dumbass.

So the movie was neat. I'm too lazy to review it here but you can click on the Flixter thingie over here ------> somewhere to see my basic thoughts. Mattie didn't dig it.

I'm (yawn) through.

The start of something new.

Well, after a discussion of blogs over a drink with my friend Nikki, I have decided (possibly with the aid of that drink) to begin my own. You could say I've caught the blug.

Ohhhhhhh, thaaaaaaat's fuuuuuuunnnnnnnny.

Anyway, seeing as though I will likely soon have more time than ever to devote to something retarded like this, here I am setting up the backbone so that when (if) I do have something reasonably important to say, it won't be in the first post. As for what this could eventually become, I'm not sure. I can imagine myself doing some ranting about work (whilst trying to be funny), talking about games, discussing my take on current events, and perhaps even putting some of my own thoughts on the infinite void in too.

Stay tuned, legions of loyal followers.