You know how people say they need the weekend to recover from the workweek? Those people are boring. I need the workweek to recover from my weekends.
These longer-than-two-day weekends are killing me. This was my third in four weeks.
Man, but I totally pussed out on Sunday. I hate pussin' out. I like to be one of the last people up, and I was on Saturday night. But Sunday, man. Dave and I fell asleep on couches in front of Law & Order after a nice filling meal of Taco Bell. I think Dave got up when Culann and Carolyn and Kelly and Rebecca and Caesar got home from Philly FINALLY, but man, eff that. I was in bed (in my clothes, but in bed all the same) before eleven. At some point Kelly and Carolyn came in to jump up and down on the bed, and -- slap my ass? is that right? -- but I was not to be moved.
Yesterday I watched several episodes of the original Star Trek.
Oh, dude, so let me tell you about Gamestop and about how I'm never shopping there again. Well, that one, anyway. Mitch and I go to Gamestop on . . . Sunday? He wanted to get another PS2 game, and I wanted to get Resident Evil. Okay, so when we were in this place last week -- it's free-standing, in a shopping center, not a real mall, so it's bigger and has a larger selection of games -- the dude wanted me to buy a used GameCube (which astounded me -- for $20 less? Are you kidding? Who the hell is that cheap?), and then he wanted me to buy the games used. Boviously they're getting a commission for used games. But whatever, I said no thanks, and he left me alone. So when we walk in on Sunday, I'm a little relieved to see it's a different guy behind the counter. Little did I know.
Man, Mitch just had a game in his hand, and some other guy who works there is trying to tell him to get the used version. He hadn't even brought it up to the counter! He was just perusing! Not only were these jokers trying to convince us to buy used games, they were RIDICULING us for buying them new. "Why do you want to spend more money? It's the same 30-day guarantee either way." Yeah, okay, all right, man. So the uber-pushy guy leaves to like get a smoothie or some shit. The guy behind the counter proves to be less forgiving.
So Mitch is up at the counter, and the guy is giving him shit, and Mitch is like, "I just want it new." So the guy relents and lets him buy the fucking game. Meanwhile I can't decide if I really want Resident Evil, or actually Star Wars: Rogue Leader, but Mitchell refuses to give an opinion, and I just want to get the fuck out of the store. So I decide on the Star Wars game, and bring it up to the counter.
The guy says (derisively, I might add), "I guess you want it new, too?" and I say, "yes," and then, phew, thinking that this will be the end of it. But no! As he's opening the cabinet to get the game, he looks over his shoulder and says, "you know, I could charge you more for this, if you want." Fucking sonofabitch asshole. Are you fucking serious? "Ha, look, I just want it new," I say. So he starts ringing me up. "You know, you get the same guarantee whether it's new or used. You're just spending extra money." Great day in the morning. I start to get frustrated, and begin to argue with him. "Yeah, but then I would have to come back here." "Why would you have to come back here?" Oh for Christ's sake. "Nevermind. I just want it new."
What fucking assholes. So sorry you don't get commission for new games, cocksmokers! I make a lot of money! It's worth the ten extra fucking bills to know I'm getting a brand-new, non-scratched game! Aren't there enough broke fourteen-year-olds to peddle your used shit to that you can leave the young professionals alone, assface? And how about THIS: how about I'd prefer that the actual GAME-MAKERS get my fucking money, instead of fucking GAMESTOP? How about that, dickless? How about it doesn't fucking matter WHAT my motives are, if I don't want to buy a fucking used game, I'm not going to buy a fucking used game? And fucking ridiculing me isn't going to make me want to give you your fucking commission, you piece of shit?
I would have said "oh and by the way, we're never ever coming back here," on my way out, but we just wanted to be the FUCK OUT of that fucking store. Fucking cocksuckers.
Oh, so the Star Wars game is pretty good so far. I mean I guess it will be once I can blow up the freaking Death Star. I don't understand; I can bullseye 42 womprats in Beggar's Canyon in under 30 seconds, so that means that the Death Star should be easy, right?