Archive for January, 2009

Entry for January 23, 2009

January 23, 2009

I hate our current tv situation. Not the tv – but we were dumb and bought something open-box from Circuit City, but it came with the wrong remote and was missing the power cord and one other little piece. So Circuit City is going out of business and doesn’t give a damn about the missing pieces. So I’m a dumbass and call the manufacturer for the remote, but I f–ked up and say we bought it openbox instead of closed box and she gives me this whole hoo-ha about why if it was closed, they’d have sent the remote free but now I’m going to have to pay for it.

Excuse me? If I had lied, they would have sent it? What the hell is going on here? It’s not like (I’m going to name names) Samsung is losing so much frickin’ money on this deal – we still paid what feels like an exorbitant amount for this stupid thing, and then lost a bunch of time trying to figure out why it didn’t work right.

I’m sorry I didn’t figure out the lying thing earlier – because I didn’t think about it.

So, in the end, I had a friend call for me, and lie for me, and now we’re getting the remote -but how crazy is that? This really means anybody could call for this piece – uck. Annoyance.

Samsung’s missing parts policy is promoting a culture of lies.


2nd Entry for January 12, 2009

January 12, 2009

I’m a little bit of an anime fan. A little little bit. I think it was all started by this show called G-Force when I was a kid. I still remember some storylines and the characters – the outfits like birds; the leader (hawk? Or was he a crane?), the fat guy (owl?), the little guy (sparrow, maybe?), the brash jerk (was he the hawk?) and the girl (swan – but in pink and white. What imagination those animators had – I’m a little sarcastic here.). The mysterious character that was like the father of (I think) the main leader that you never really did find out whether he was or not the father, the tall skinny dude with the crazy juicy wet-looking lips who I think was evil (I suppose that’s how I learned evil dudes have suspiciously damp mouths).

I remember loving that show.

I saw an episode of it again when I was in my early 20’s – and I was deeply saddened – because the thing made _no_ sense whatsoever. None. Probably because of the translation and then because of the cuts made to make the show age appropriate for American kids of the 60’s and 70’s.

However, I never did get into Speed Racer. Sorry. Hated Tixie. Hated her. Was confused by the presence of the monkey. I think my brother did like it, though.

Entry for January 12, 2009

January 12, 2009

Sorry, sorry, sorry. Will try to commit to one entry a week. It’s to try to make me more honest.

A funny thing: Henry has a cold, just runny nose and little under the weather. So I find this baby-bath additive that’s supposed to make a nice soothing vapor – with all these good things like eucalyptus and a touch of menthol, etc. Directions include adding a capful for a baby tub, and 3 capfuls for a regular bathtub. W looked at these directions and said with some upset, “A cupful! That’s crazy!”

I replied (a little annoyed, because, after all, W _does_ have a PhD and sadly, he apparently did it without the benefit of being able to read), “A capful!”

Then he replied, “It’s got a flip cap! How am I supposed to measure this?”

“You approximate – you measure stuff all the time – how can you even say that?”

But anyway….Henry got his bath and W learned to read. Sadly, I still have to learn to watch my mouth.