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robotech_masterHi! I'm still here.
I realize it's been...some time since I last journalled. You know how it is...you fall out of the habit for a while and it's a lot harder to fall back into it. Not much of import's been happening, save for a couple of incidents to relate...but since it's been a while, I'll make this a decently lengthy entry anyway.
Let's see...a week ago last Friday I was driving a cow-orker home as a favor. By some odd coincidence, this particular cow-orker is a fellow livejournaller as well, under the handle![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
starrpixies. Anyway, I'm generally a pushover as far as niceness is concerned...but she did need a lift after work, it wasn't too far out of the way, so I figured why not, build up some positive karma.
I had just dropped her off, and was congratulating myself on said karma, on how surely something nice should happen to me now...when I see flashing lights behind me and a cop pulls me over! I wasn't speeding or anything; it's just that my license plate is apparently required to be specifically on the front bumper instead of showing in the front window where I currently have it. (You wouldn't think so, as many cars as you see around that have it there.) I've been driving for a couple of years now with it like that, ever since an accident tore off the front license plate holder. Guess it's time to go ahead and shell out for a new one, especially since inspection's coming up next month.
I'm sure you remember my marmalade story from a couple of entries back...how I decided to be nice and get a couple of jars of a marmalade from Dad's childhood for him, only to discover practically the moment I'd placed the order that he'd already discovered how to purchase it online on his own and done so. (If not, you can read it easily enough.)
Well, last week I got a note from my Dad asking for the return of a DVD: the A&E miniseries Longitude which I'd gotten him for Christmas a couple of years back. I immediately responded that he had to be mistaken, that I hadn't borrowed it; he insisted that he had a very clear memory of me borrowing it when I was visiting him withtbutler last month. I, on the other hand, had a clear memory of saying I'd like to borrow it someday, but not having any real desire to do so at that moment...but he was very insistent that he remembered me taking it back along with a couple of DVDs I'd previously lent them, and who was I to doubt the memory of a man who can't remember anything about a movie three days after having watched it?
I couldn't find any trace of it in my car or anywhere in my apartment where such a DVD would have made its way through inertia. It was greatly puzzling to me, because I couldn't think of any reason why I should have borrowed that particular movie, knowing as I did that I already had a sizable backlog of DVDs to watch and not having any real interest in watching a period piece about old clocky stuff, even if it does have Jeremy Irons and Michael Gambon in it...and I pride myself on how well I take care of others' property when it's in my possession. But anyway, by the time a couple of days or so had passed, and more emails had been exchanged, he had me believing myself that I had borrowed it and lost it...because after all, you can't prove a negative, and my memory was hazy enough (especially with Dad working on it) that I could see it as a possibility. And given that I'd already been under enough stress that I wanted the whole issue just to go away, I figured it was worth the money to get another copy (and figuring that whether or not I actually had lost it, the original would turn up eventually) and assuage the blame on me for foolishly losing my Dad's favorite DVD. So I placed an order on half.com for a brand new copy of Longitude, at the very decent price of a few pennies less than $30, including shipping.
And I think you can see what's coming next. Not five minutes after placing the order (which, by the nature of half.com, is uncancellable), my Dad shot me an email indicating that my brother Alex from Chicago had confessed to borrowing it himself.
Fortunately, Dad was very good about the whole thing, and PayPalled me $30 to cover the cost. He figured he could sell it on eBay, or give it to someone, or something. (If any of you journal readers might be interested in purchasing it, by the way, post a comment and he or my Mom will see it when they read the journal; I have it on good authority it's an excellent dramatization and well worth the money.) Anyway, since this is the second time within a week or so that I've ordered something only to hear from Dad five minutes later that it wasn't necessary, my luck may be bad but at least it seems to be consistent.
In other news, Pepsi's iTunes Music Store bottlecap promotion has finally hit town, and I've gotten four free songs so far—two on Pepsis I purchased myself and two on bottles I found in trash cans. (Yes, I rummage trash cans for Pepsi lids. At 99 cents of value per lid, I think it's a worthwhile pursuit...especially since I don't think I'd be able to spare a buck a song on very many lossily-compressed tunes when I can probably find the CD itself used for about the same price, or the same lossy songs for free on peer-to-peer. (But I might change my mind after I play around with the store some more.)) I've also asked cow-orkers who drink Pepsi for such Pepsi lids if they run across any.
(Oh, and if any of you Pepsi-drinking LJ readers out there get free song bottlecaps and don't plan to use them, please don't throw them away...please save the codes and email them to me! Pretty please? It's a shame to let them go to waste.)
I think that's about all I have to say for now. It's about time for me to get to bed so I get enough sleep for work tomorrow. In future entries, remind me to mention the CCG Workshop implementation of Shadowfist and provide my thoughts on the current season of 24.
I realize it's been...some time since I last journalled. You know how it is...you fall out of the habit for a while and it's a lot harder to fall back into it. Not much of import's been happening, save for a couple of incidents to relate...but since it's been a while, I'll make this a decently lengthy entry anyway.
Let's see...a week ago last Friday I was driving a cow-orker home as a favor. By some odd coincidence, this particular cow-orker is a fellow livejournaller as well, under the handle
starrpixies. Anyway, I'm generally a pushover as far as niceness is concerned...but she did need a lift after work, it wasn't too far out of the way, so I figured why not, build up some positive karma.I had just dropped her off, and was congratulating myself on said karma, on how surely something nice should happen to me now...when I see flashing lights behind me and a cop pulls me over! I wasn't speeding or anything; it's just that my license plate is apparently required to be specifically on the front bumper instead of showing in the front window where I currently have it. (You wouldn't think so, as many cars as you see around that have it there.) I've been driving for a couple of years now with it like that, ever since an accident tore off the front license plate holder. Guess it's time to go ahead and shell out for a new one, especially since inspection's coming up next month.
I'm sure you remember my marmalade story from a couple of entries back...how I decided to be nice and get a couple of jars of a marmalade from Dad's childhood for him, only to discover practically the moment I'd placed the order that he'd already discovered how to purchase it online on his own and done so. (If not, you can read it easily enough.)
Well, last week I got a note from my Dad asking for the return of a DVD: the A&E miniseries Longitude which I'd gotten him for Christmas a couple of years back. I immediately responded that he had to be mistaken, that I hadn't borrowed it; he insisted that he had a very clear memory of me borrowing it when I was visiting him with
tbutler last month. I, on the other hand, had a clear memory of saying I'd like to borrow it someday, but not having any real desire to do so at that moment...but he was very insistent that he remembered me taking it back along with a couple of DVDs I'd previously lent them, and who was I to doubt the memory of a man who can't remember anything about a movie three days after having watched it?I couldn't find any trace of it in my car or anywhere in my apartment where such a DVD would have made its way through inertia. It was greatly puzzling to me, because I couldn't think of any reason why I should have borrowed that particular movie, knowing as I did that I already had a sizable backlog of DVDs to watch and not having any real interest in watching a period piece about old clocky stuff, even if it does have Jeremy Irons and Michael Gambon in it...and I pride myself on how well I take care of others' property when it's in my possession. But anyway, by the time a couple of days or so had passed, and more emails had been exchanged, he had me believing myself that I had borrowed it and lost it...because after all, you can't prove a negative, and my memory was hazy enough (especially with Dad working on it) that I could see it as a possibility. And given that I'd already been under enough stress that I wanted the whole issue just to go away, I figured it was worth the money to get another copy (and figuring that whether or not I actually had lost it, the original would turn up eventually) and assuage the blame on me for foolishly losing my Dad's favorite DVD. So I placed an order on half.com for a brand new copy of Longitude, at the very decent price of a few pennies less than $30, including shipping.
And I think you can see what's coming next. Not five minutes after placing the order (which, by the nature of half.com, is uncancellable), my Dad shot me an email indicating that my brother Alex from Chicago had confessed to borrowing it himself.
Fortunately, Dad was very good about the whole thing, and PayPalled me $30 to cover the cost. He figured he could sell it on eBay, or give it to someone, or something. (If any of you journal readers might be interested in purchasing it, by the way, post a comment and he or my Mom will see it when they read the journal; I have it on good authority it's an excellent dramatization and well worth the money.) Anyway, since this is the second time within a week or so that I've ordered something only to hear from Dad five minutes later that it wasn't necessary, my luck may be bad but at least it seems to be consistent.
In other news, Pepsi's iTunes Music Store bottlecap promotion has finally hit town, and I've gotten four free songs so far—two on Pepsis I purchased myself and two on bottles I found in trash cans. (Yes, I rummage trash cans for Pepsi lids. At 99 cents of value per lid, I think it's a worthwhile pursuit...especially since I don't think I'd be able to spare a buck a song on very many lossily-compressed tunes when I can probably find the CD itself used for about the same price, or the same lossy songs for free on peer-to-peer. (But I might change my mind after I play around with the store some more.)) I've also asked cow-orkers who drink Pepsi for such Pepsi lids if they run across any.
(Oh, and if any of you Pepsi-drinking LJ readers out there get free song bottlecaps and don't plan to use them, please don't throw them away...please save the codes and email them to me! Pretty please? It's a shame to let them go to waste.)
I think that's about all I have to say for now. It's about time for me to get to bed so I get enough sleep for work tomorrow. In future entries, remind me to mention the CCG Workshop implementation of Shadowfist and provide my thoughts on the current season of 24.