Furious anger. I just spent the last two hours of my life attempting to purchase tickets online at a certain airline company's website. Thanks to something called Address Verification which from what I understand is supposed to verify the address at which one resides, but somehow no matter what combination of my address (which I'm pretty sure I know what it is, considering I live there) I enter into this thing, it simply does not register. Which is pretty nifty because it charges a dollar to my card each and every attempt, which I found out after I called my bank in order to verify my address with them, which is what the airline's website recommended I do if such an error occurred.
I really hope this wasn't some damn fool error on my part, considering that I went through the whole buying process a couple different times just to make sure.
Now I'm currently ticket-less and mucho pissed off.
So I sent them a scathing email, for all the possible good it will do.
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On the other hand I purchased four new albums today thanks to the beauty of gift cards, which do not require address verification, and I'm listening to one Devendra Banhart, Rejoicing in the Hands. Which is probably the only thing keeping me from going utterly ape-shit. This album is fantastic, and gets the Gaius PC seal of approval.
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Mad.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
200 Gr8!
My New Years evening progressed as follows:
G. and I walked up to the pub for a beverage, considering they were still running their Monday night happy hour. Unfortunately they set up some kind of dance party in the party room that looked to be total lamesville, so we bailed and proceeded to the local dive bar to ring in the new year proper.
Which we did. I pulled the ye old Gaius "triple fist" which is trademarked, so don't even try to use that one, most of the evening which left me very inebriated. My vain hopes at securing a cheesy midnight kiss failed miserably. That's ok, those of you around for the year 2000 party held in the old Leavitt apartment will most certainly remember the two hour make out session I had, which thankfully was recorded on film for posterity.
Though my friend JB did manage to go up to a girl i had referred to earlier as "hot," unbeknownst to me, and invite her to talk to me because, and I quote, "he wants to take a picture of you touching his butt." She did wander over my way, and I found myself suddenly awkward and shy, and totally unable to really make conversation with her. Its good to know that after 29 years and a long term relationship that almost culminated in marriage, that I am still totally awkward and shy when it comes to women. Still got it!
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As we left the bar, G. and I trudged through the newly fallen 10 inches of snow that wasn't there when we entered the bar, and made our way to a party down the street from our home. I don't remember much at this point, except drinking more, eating popcorn, and falling down on the kitchen floor. We then left said party, G. with half a bottle of scotch in hand, and I a single can of PBR in my pocket. Why? I don't know. Because it was there.
Then we watched Batman Begins, and I passed out.
Happy New Year!
...
Otherwise, I'm procrastinating doing various errands and chores, yet again. Although I did secure time off for the end of the month to finally take that vacation I desperately need and desire. Now I need to purchase tickets...
G. and I walked up to the pub for a beverage, considering they were still running their Monday night happy hour. Unfortunately they set up some kind of dance party in the party room that looked to be total lamesville, so we bailed and proceeded to the local dive bar to ring in the new year proper.
Which we did. I pulled the ye old Gaius "triple fist" which is trademarked, so don't even try to use that one, most of the evening which left me very inebriated. My vain hopes at securing a cheesy midnight kiss failed miserably. That's ok, those of you around for the year 2000 party held in the old Leavitt apartment will most certainly remember the two hour make out session I had, which thankfully was recorded on film for posterity.
Though my friend JB did manage to go up to a girl i had referred to earlier as "hot," unbeknownst to me, and invite her to talk to me because, and I quote, "he wants to take a picture of you touching his butt." She did wander over my way, and I found myself suddenly awkward and shy, and totally unable to really make conversation with her. Its good to know that after 29 years and a long term relationship that almost culminated in marriage, that I am still totally awkward and shy when it comes to women. Still got it!
...
As we left the bar, G. and I trudged through the newly fallen 10 inches of snow that wasn't there when we entered the bar, and made our way to a party down the street from our home. I don't remember much at this point, except drinking more, eating popcorn, and falling down on the kitchen floor. We then left said party, G. with half a bottle of scotch in hand, and I a single can of PBR in my pocket. Why? I don't know. Because it was there.
Then we watched Batman Begins, and I passed out.
Happy New Year!
...
Otherwise, I'm procrastinating doing various errands and chores, yet again. Although I did secure time off for the end of the month to finally take that vacation I desperately need and desire. Now I need to purchase tickets...
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