My name is Clinton. I visited FYE store branch #1029 in Lenox Square Mall on September 14th, 2009, to pre-order 4 Blu-ray films (Wizard of Oz, Snow White, How I Met Your Mother Season 4, and Transformers 2) and renew my soon-to-expire FYE Backstage Pass card. I visited again on September 29th, 2009, to pick up my copies of Wizard of Oz and How I Met Your Mother. No problems so far.
I returned exactly ONE week later, on October 6th, 2009, to pick up my reserved copy (read: I placed money on this movie at this specific location, FYE #1029), to find an empty storefront, missing signs, and no lights whatsoever. FYE #1029 has completely disappeared without any warning whatsoever. There was no posted contact information. I still, at this point, had $10 in reservations on Snow White and Transformers 2 at this location, and now a useless Backstage Pass membership, as I refuse to travel outside the city for over an hour in one direction to use your shady company’s card.
I’ll repeat myself. I now am missing $10 in reservations at this location for reservations that cannot be fulfilled. I HAVE BEEN ROBBED. This is entirely unacceptable, and furthermore, completely ILLEGAL. I have attempted to contact the company via the phone number provided on my receipt, and it is disconnected. I have attempted to call the 1(800)-818-1941, and, to no avail, have left messages with contact information to a generic machine recording. There was no option to talk to a real person here.
It is here that I extend my efforts before I bring this to the Better Business Bureau. I demand that my money be returned to me, and I also demand that my money be refunded for a now defunct Backstage Pass card #466715671599, as this ordeal is, again, entirely unacceptable. In addition to the card refund, I also demand my personal information deleted from your systems.
I anticipate a response to this email that is not a generic, computer-generated response.
Why am I trapped in this country when I could be out there with my camera and a notebook, making the most of my life?
Why am I trapped in this job, making calls to people when I have a calling of my own?
Why am I trapped by this economy where my dreams must be diluted for monetary purposes?
Why, God, why do I feel so utterly trapped.
Let me see the pyramids at Giza. The liquid streets of Venice – the Coliseum at Rome, St. Peter’s Square at Vatican City, the Parthenon at Athens, the numerous historical sites of the entire United Kingdom… The landscapes of Iceland and Norway…
Just don’t let me sit here. I tire of this life. I’ve not even left this stupid country. *sigh*
Yay for whining. I’ve been so fucking tired. I’ve got the Sims 3, but I’ve not been able to play it much. I’ve been so exhausted that I’ll get home from work and pass out without doing much else. Busy with Legends Alliance and the dorms, it’s been fun. Need to move into my apartment still. Planning Fall Rush 2009 with Holmes. Picked up Watchmen and Pushing Daisies Season 2 the other night.
But tonight I watched Planet Earth with my brother on Blu-ray, as he is inspired to get a salt-water aquarium… we mused over some clownfish, some anemone, and maybe even an octopus… (I still want a kitten… >.> And if I save up enough for the apartment deposit, I will.) But after Planet Earth… and looking at Seph’s pictures of Barcelona, Spain, I began to think how desperately I want to do EXACTLY what she’s doing.
My name is Clint, and I’m emailing regarding my girlfriend’s account. Before you immediate write this email off as “We cannot correspond with you because this is not the email of the disabled account”, continue reading.
Her account was disabled April 17th, 2009.
For the mathematically challenged, that’s 52 days ago.
Here’s the kicker – you didn’t even tell her why. Not a word, not even a hint, or a -wink wink nudge nudge-.
Instead, when she emailed that same day regarding the matter she was merely greeted with a stale, carbon copy response from a anonymous entity “The Facebook Team”, offering an empty-handed promise of “We should get back to you soon.” Ha. Ha ha.
Fast forward to a week ago, when she, again, emailed from the same (correct) address (for records sake, the date on the email is May 31st, 2009), offering yet another appeal for information and a bid at having her erroneously disabled (but I’ll get to that in a moment) account revived. Perhaps, one might assume, that 6 weeks might constitute as ’soon’ in whatever fictional Mickey Mouse world Facebook seems to be operating within. Mind you, as Facebook has been around for 5 years, 6 weeks is roughly 1/50th of that time-span. Likewise, when I think of ’soon’, I too think of 1/50th of my lifespan – which is 5 months. This ratio tends to serve me well in life – for instance, that term paper due ’soon’? 5 months from now. You see where I’m headed here.
You can only guess what response her second email garnered. If you guessed “stale, carbon copy response from an anonymous entity offering an empty-handed promise (again) of ‘We should get back to you soon’”, well, you get a cookie.
After all, a cookie is more than my girlfriend has got. You know, as opposed to an explanation for the defamation of her character you’ve caused in revoking everything to do with her and her account in the blink of an eye over 6 weeks ago, leaving family, friends, and co-workers to merely question the same thing my girlfriend has every day for 6 weeks – “what did I do wrong?” At this point, one can only ascertain that Facebook’s ideal outward appearance of customer service and satisfaction consists of sticking one’s index fingers in their ears and saying “Lalala, I can’t hear you!”
Let’s see. As per the website directed to her upon a fruitless login, we have the following potential pitfalls for why her account was disabled:
1: Registration with fake names or impersonation: I think I would know if this were the case.
2: Unsolicited messages or harassing messages to people they don’t know, or posts advertising a product or service: Again, I think I would know if this were the case. After all, I’ve only been seeing her for upwards of 3 years.
3: Code of Conduct breach concerning graphic or otherwise sexual posts: I think I would DEFINITELY know about this, thank you very much.
My noticeable omission here is the “violation of Facebook’s Terms of Service”, which is quite vast and itemizations of each potential infraction is, frankly, a waste of my time as as well as yours, whoever ends up reading this email.
If it ends up being read at all.
I’m willing to bet I’ll simply receive an email stating that I’m not emailing this from the correct address, and her account will further slip into the abyss of “Facebook’s victims of draconian law stating we can do whatever we want as we have no public shareholders to appeal to”.
So prove me wrong, Facebook. Send her, or I, an email regarding why, specifically, her account was disabled, and when, specifically, her account can and WILL be reactivated. Hope to see that stale, carbon copy email soon (i.e. See you in 6 weeks).
Begrudgingly,
-Clint
**Author’s note: Yes, I did email this to Facebook, with the exception that the title of the entry is the title of the email, yet the email listed her email address instead of “my girlfriend”.
EDIT WITH UPDATES: I got back two emails:
Hi,
The Facebook Team has received your inquiry. We should get back to you soon. In the meantime, we encourage you to review our Terms of Use (http://www.facebook.com/terms.php) for more information.
Thanks for contacting Facebook,
The Facebook Team
And:
Hi,
The email address from which are writing is not associated with a Facebook account. We will not be able to assist you with your request until you respond from the email address that you use to log in to your account.
When you respond, be sure to write your login email address in the subject line and include all of our previous correspondence so that we can refer to your original inquiry.
If you are unable to access your login email address, please visit http://www.facebook.com/help.php?page=746
Thanks,
The Facebook Team
Then, today, Tricia got a response from Facebook stating that, yes, her account had indeed been disabled in error and apologized and restored her profile.
I’m the FUCKIN’ man. :D My email did the trick, and I’m QUITE happy.
I’m pissed off. You have no idea how pissed off I am. Hell, I’m inches from walking outside and starting a fistfight with the next idiotic football shithead that walks by my house.
This morning I woke because I told Nick I’d give him a ride to Publix for supplies for this morning’s alumni breakfast. We left, and I was generally having a good time, joking around with Nick and buying lots of food.
Today is, apparently, a “skirmish” football game, because God only knows that having about a DOZEN FUCKING FOOTBALL GAMES IN THE FALL TO FUCK WITH MY CAMPUS WASN’T FUCKING ENOUGH, no, NO, NOW we get to have a fucking football game in the Spring too! IT’S NOT EVEN A REAL GAME – it’s our team against ITSELF.
Regardless though, all these fat ten-assed shit-stomping dick-shelves come out of their redneck hovels to come and masturbate in the football stadium over what is probably the most homoerotic “sport” in the mainstream. Ordinarily? I couldn’t care less!
BUT. Instead of just leaving me the fuck alone, they’ve taken my parking.
All of it.
There is literally no legal place to park on campus. THIS is what pisses me off. Now I’ve got these fucksticks parking WHEREVER the fuck they want, whereas I HAD TO PAY $500 FUCKING DOLLARS TO PARK HERE ON THIS CAMPUS. I GET A FUCKING TICKET IF I PARK ILLEGALLY HERE BUT THEY GET OFF SCOTT-FUCKING-FREE. And now what? What about me, what about that I had to pay (and they didn’t) and now I, THE PAYING CUSTOMER, has NO PLACE TO PARK!!!
*sighs* And so now my car sits in the front lawn of the fraternity, killing what semblance of grass we had there. If I see a single football go-ers car there, I will not hesitate to call a tow truck.
This isn’t mentioning how rabidly pissed off I am that Facebook fucking DELETED my girlfriend’s account for no reason whatsoever, without so much as a warning or explanation. I just found out after she said to go look and realized that everything she’d ever interacted with on my profile had been deleted, erased from existence. AND THEIR TERMS OF SERVICE ALLOWS THIS WITHOUT ANY REASON OR EXPLANATION. I hate this shit.
I kind’ve just woke up. I enjoy that I can roll out of bed at 9:45AM, put clothing on, grab my bag, and still be early for my 10:05AM class. It’s a pretty great feeling, but I know it’ll be one that won’t exist next semester when I’m living off campus.
A few nights ago, I went out to take some pictures of the Atlanta skyline at night, which in my opinion looks pretty phenomenal. Unfortunately, my camera does not take good night shots, which is a damn shame. I need a higher-grade camera for those I suppose. It did make me feel better, though, after doing that. I proceeded to go through some of my older pictures and upload some to Facebook. I take far too many pictures at the Aquarium. XD But, I’m hoping for some comments on my new photos. And my blog posts.
I wish I had the time and energy (and money…) to just wander and travel randomly throughout the US and maybe abroad. I’d love to do it very Bohemian-like, but that kinda excludes having money to do this, and a trademark of a Bohemian lifestyle is not being materialistic. That’s, sadly, not me – I love my toys and games and knick-knacks. My collections, my movies, etc. =/ I guess that’s not me. I mean, I feel pretty weird about my haircut right now. I have these moments where I don’t mind or even like it, but then at other times I feel like my hair sucks and I’d be better off bald. x.x That’s not Bohemian at all – being materialistic about my own hair.
Hurm. Class is about to end. I’ll probably need to go and get food and run towards the Student Center, get food, go to Smalltalk… I’m really beginning to detest this rat race at this school this particular semester.
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Those lines indicate a passing of time. Namely, I have to do these entries very stop and go. It is now 2AM, and I have just finished watching Ratatouille. I enjoyed this movie thoroughly. :) Another movie I would have liked to write about was Watchmen. What a stunning movie – my pick for favorite character is torn sharply between Rorschach and Dr. Manhattan. Both of them are excellent characters in their own rights.
I have very stream of consciousness writing. I just… I write it if it comes to mind. I don’t know if this is a good thing or not. I wish I had more refined writing technique… or something that when people read what I have to say, it leaves a taste of who I am as opposed to words on a screen. I want the words to pop, not blend, to squiggle, not to stand. I don’t have that. I wish I could inspire.
There’s a lot of things I find myself wishing for.
I have some talents, I think. I make people laugh in conversation. Usually through terrible puns, or situations… I can’t DO anything with that though. It’s not like writing or photography or, hell, knitting, even, where I have something tangible that others can enjoy. It’s a fleeting sensation, a laugh, and I second of “let’s keep this guy around”, MAYBE. But even then, some people, no matter how hard I try just seem to forsake me.
There’s something wrong with my head, I know it. I feel like the second half of Flowers for Algernon. I can’t concentrate and I feel… worthless. I find that the cat here keeps me more company than most. I appreciate it, but I wish he wouldn’t move when I pet him, or cry when I hold him. He does it for everyone, but he’s always following me so you’d think I could… I hope he’s happy here.
Nothing more is coming to me, though I don’t feel like any of this writing is inspired. I’m half tempted to deleted everything I’ve written, but then what’s the purpose of a blog? So, here, have it. A look into my head at the moment. I hope I can put something more interesting up in the near future, but in the meantime, I feel like I should apologise.
Man, I hate giftgiving. It’s awkward for me. I mean, I love to buy things for other people, but I really am terrible at deciding what to get for someone and I constantly fret over my purchases wondering if they’re “good enough”, or if I’ve typecasted anyone into a category they don’t want to be in or don’t see themselves in. I don’t want to belittle anyone with their gift, yet I don’t want to overwhelm someone and have them feel awkward that, perhaps, THEIR gift isn’t good enough to me (which really shouldn’t be a worry they should have – I’m grateful for anything really). And I want the gift to be something… they want, yknow? Not just “oh, this reminded me of you” “hey thanks, this is going to sit on my shelf and collect a fine layer of dust because, yknow, what the hell were you thinking?”…
So… Yeah. I wanted to get the stress of giftgiving off my chest. I still have people to shop for and, somehow, I have to get these gifts from here in Seaside, OR, to Atlanta or Augusta. I saw that Kiki did this and I… well, honestly, it looked fun. And I wanted to try to eliminate some of the stress people may have if they chose to shop for me (which, I really, really hope nobody went out of their way to. Maybe like… 2 people who read this who I see regularly might)… so yeah – here’s a link to my wishlist which I hope will help some people. As I said, this was mostly inspired because it was fun, so I put things on there that I would like, but not things I expect anyone to necessarily purchase for me. I want to emphasize that… mostly so I don’t seem greedy… because there are a few items on there that are costly… Yeah.
Also, feel free to use this for a birthday wishlist, in case anyone feels that they want to get me something for my birthday… It only makes sense, as my birthday is relatively close to Christmas (January 21st).
First up: it’s Sex AND the City? I swore it was Sex IN the City. News to me. @_@
I notice I rant a bit as you pointed out, Seph, but… sorry, here’s another. XD Sex In The City is… well, it’s one of those many, many TV shows in the media today that enrapture people for all the wrong reasons. What happened to the days of dignified acting, responsible and respectable actresses like Audrey Hepburn, Katharine Hepburn, Bette Davis, or Judy Garland who still managed to be outrageously attractive and not complete sarcastic sluts sorry, “four intelligent women in control of their own lives” – wherein “control” somehow means being ridden like a racehorse in the bedroom at every opportunity.
And yet Sex and the City stars are today’s Hepburn, idolized and inspiring all the wrong ideals. “It’s okay to be a high-priced whore with expensive shoes, wine glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other!” Shows like this (and “My Super Sweet 16 – don’t EVEN get me started) emphasize and underline a syndrome in today’s youth I like to call PPS – “Pampered Princess Syndrome” – an overwhelming sense of “can’t do wrong” inspired by feminism and shallow media like this.
Finally, Sarah Jessica Parker: you look like a horse. Stop it.
Robot Chicken nailed this:
ANYWAY. I should be sleeping soon. I need to go make my lunch for the morning, though, and retrieve my work pants from the dryer downstairs first. But… I had to rant a bit. XD My camera battery died today. :( It was the free disposable that came with it – I’d say it lasted rather long. Good run – I hope the camera continues some good battery functionality like this. Speaking of cameras, my brother and I had a good time in Wal*Mart today going and getting a camera SD card for him along with a USB memory stick – each at 1GB. Our plan had been to get him a nice LCD HDTV at around 19″, but the only good one we liked was sold out… so we abandoned that, put down the nice $44 upconverting (!!) DVD player we found, set aside the HDMI cable for it, and gathered the other goodies. I like electronics shopping. XD And I’m liking how often I can hang out with Cody lately – I guess we’ve bother matured past the “we hate each other” stages of our lives. :) Funny, eh? We’ve been playing GTA 4 almost every night, laughing and having fun. ^^
I also got a nice pair of cheap sunglasses (cue ZZ Top). I look so cool. :D I’ve always liked the cheapos – who can afford or actively require the hundred dollar sunglasses (unless they’re prescription)? And I don’t feel nearly as bad as those spendy people would when I’ll inevitably break mine. XD
18 days and 16 hours til Tricia arrives. :3 It’s getting so close! I washed the car today and everything (trust me, it needed it). I’m so anxious to see her and drive to DisneyWorld. I feel like a kid again. XD
OH! So Andrew graduated, and we attended that ceremony as well. Very different from my brother’s. I liked the speeches given, particularly the one from the Salutatorian, who was both entertaining AND intelligent (as well as humble). The Valedictorian was a bit preachy, but damn… he was offered full-ride scholarships to Harvard, Princeton, AND Yale. @_@ Anyway, Saturday was spent in the morning at TKD for the testing, where I got to have some fun, but my brother and Andrew put on a demo that, while very cool, resulting in my brother breaking some minor bones in his foot. =/ So he’s been limping around. Hope he feels better soon…
I feel rotten for not having posted here in a while. I feel like I’m failing whoever might still read this.
Ugh. I feel rotten overall, too. I had Waffle House tonight – we (Stan, JJ, Cody, and I) went there and got a midnight snack. I guess it didn’t agree with me… Overall today was pretty long, but rather cool – Cody graduated and all.
……Fast Forward.
I wrote that last night. Got tired of trying to write and instead spent the night online with Tricia. :)
Whenever I sleep at Stan’s I get very, very strange dreams. Unfortunately I can never remember them. Sometimes I do for some time of the morning… but never long enough to write them down. As was the case this morning, too – I was in a daze as Cody drove home, I went upstairs and flopped onto my bed and I was out for the next several hours of dreamless sleep.
I also sat around and rearranged my iTunes songs for my iPhone and ended up downloading some trailers via iTunes: Tropic Thunder, which looks terribly entertaining, and the new The Incredible Hulk trailer:
The Motherfucking Hulk SMASH. I think they nailed this one. Looking forward to it. :P Let it buffer for a while – someone managed to get an HD video on youtube, but it takes a bit. Speaking of movies, my brother and I just finished watching Fight Club. :D
Anyway, back to what I’d written last night. As we were watching the graduation ceremony for my brother, I found myself in conversation with his girlfriend about the… exaggerated appeal of it all. It’s just high school, we remarked. Yet the excitement and the seriousness, the “sanctity” of the event – all laughable. No air horns, no beach balls, yet people still yelled and cheered for their kids like lunatics – as if that diploma was the sole culminating achievement of their children’s lives. Speeches by students saying “We did it!” Well… yeah, so did about 95% of everyone else sitting out in the audience did too – let’s face it, the district we live in has a ton of money and wealthy families. Given the resources and help, anything less than graduation would be pathetic. If this were the county next door, or inner city kids, then that’s a different story. And the little Valedictorian girl was pretty pompous; full of hot air and an overwhelming sense of self-pride. Go on and tell everyone at college you were Valedictorian of your class and see how long it takes and how many “so whats” you’ll get before you realize it’s a one-time title, and after that it’s essentially useless. Get over yourself.
*coughs* That being said, I beat GTA 4. Probably the best story for a video game I’ve ever seen, period. Especially the ending. SPOILERS AHOY!
To sum things up:
11:47:54 PM Chik and Lemming: so? GTA?
11:49:14 PM Fish: so the game begins with Niko stepping off the boat, ready to start his life anew in Liberty City. He is met by his cousin Roman, and Niko soon discovers that the “American Dream” Roman told Niko about is a lie – Roman is a struggling owner of a small cab business
11:49:46 PM Fish: Niko is frustrated, but also learns that Roman has a bit of a gambling problem and owes money to the Russian mob.
11:50:43 PM Fish: Niko begins taking oddjobs from them to pay it off, eventually earning some clout with them. Finally, one of the bosses goes kinda nuts, so his best friend and right hand man, Dimitri, has Niko kill the boss.
11:51:29 PM Fish: Turns out Dimitri was using Niko, and wanted Niko and Roman dead, but you and your cousin eventually escape. Dimitri torches both the cab business HQ AND their apartment in the slums.
11:51:52 PM Chik and Lemming: o.o hmmmmmm
11:52:17 PM Fish: Roman’s girlfriend takes them in for a while, and you do oddjobs for other mobs around town. You also find out why Niko came to the states aside from a new beginning… he fought in the Bosnian War.
11:53:11 PM Fish: his squad was betrayed for money, and they and their entire village was slaughtered… he and only 2 others of the squad survived, so one of the other two must’ve betrayed them, and they both live in Liberty City.
11:53:24 PM Fish: Niko wants to know why – they were practically brothers.
11:54:06 PM Fish: that’s why he’s taking these jobs… so the mob can find these men for him.
11:55:40 PM Fish: so… the plot continues… Roman eventually gets engaged to his girlfriend…
11:56:11 PM Fish: Niko takes more jobs, meets more new interesting people… the McReary’s are an Irish bunch of mobsters, but they have a sister, Kate, who Niko begins to care for.
11:56:31 PM Fish: Niko finds one of his old squad guys, Florian.
11:56:52 PM Fish: Florian changed his name to Bernie and is now a gay aerobics instructor – not the betrayer.
11:57:17 PM Fish: Florian’s obviously moved on.
11:57:28 PM Fish: which brings me to me finishing the game tonight.
11:57:43 PM Fish: They got the other guy, Darko.
11:58:13 PM Fish: you’re given a choice – execute him for his deeds or leave him.
11:58:17 PM Chik and Lemming: mhmm?
11:58:42 PM Fish: I left him. he was obviously ill in the head – tortured himself with drug addictions…
11:59:12 PM Fish: it was powerful, but just after that was the final mission.
12:00:22 AM Fish: Jimmy Pegorino, an Italian mobster you’ve been working for, has finally got buyers for a HUGE shipment of heroin you’ve been helping to hide and stash for a while: The Russian Mob. Their contact and business parter? Dimitri.
12:01:27 AM Fish: Niko refuses, but Pegorino threatens him and Roman and says once this is done, they get a huge payload, he’s no longer indebted to any mafias, and he can start his new life having settled his troubles from the Bosnian War past.
12:02:28 AM Fish: Well, after the “assignment”, Niko calls Roman for advice, and Roman slips that he found out where Dimitri is.
12:02:45 AM Fish: Niko now has the choice of killing Dimitri or doing the deal.
12:03:19 AM Fish: Roman begs him to do the deal. Niko calls Kate for advice, she begs him not to trust Dimitri, he’s betrayed him before and will again.
12:03:35 AM Fish: I was given the choice.
12:03:51 AM Fish: I chose to do the deal for the betterment of Niko and Roman’s new lives.
12:04:14 AM Fish: of COURSE the deal goes sour, but you get the money and Niko is still alive.
12:04:34 AM Fish: this sealed the fate for the final mission – Roman’s wedding.
12:04:49 AM Chik and Lemming: mhmm?
12:05:15 AM Fish: you go to the church, watch the wedding…. when one of Dimitri’s hitmen shows up to silence Niko.
12:05:29 AM Fish: they scuffle over the gun, and it goes off, killing Roman in the arms of his new wife.
12:05:46 AM Chik and Lemming: o.o
12:06:33 AM Fish: Niko looses it – unloads the gun into the corpse of the assassin, and vows revenge on Dimitri (who you witness murdering Pegorino so he can keep all the heroin money)
12:07:26 AM Fish: after a lengthy chase involving cars, speedboats, helicopters.. you finally kill him at the base of the Statue of Happiness (Statue of Liberty, basically)
12:07:39 AM Fish: just…. incredible cinematography.
12:07:42 AM Fish: and the dialogue.
12:07:43 AM Chik and Lemming: yeah? o.o
12:08:07 AM Fish: I don’t think it’s a stretch to say it could be the best game ever.
12:08:24 AM Fish: I was choked up by the end of it. Niko is a powerful character.
12:09:16 AM Fish: after the credits, the game saves and Niko calls Roman’s widow to say he’s avenged his cousin… you find out she was pregnant, and they were planning to announce it at the reception.
The other ending, less powerful, was that you chose to kill Dimitri, then at the wedding Pegorino and his men perform a driveby, killing Kate by accident. Then the chase is after Pegorino. An FAQ summed up my feelings on the ending perfectly:
“In my personal opinion, however, after having played through the entire game twice, I believe that the “Deal” option is actually the better ending, for several reasons. First, the loss of Roman is quite a bit more substantial of a blow to Niko than Kate. Roman is literally the first character we as the players meet in the game, and the tendentious bond between the cousins is substantial and even poignant at times. Kate is merely a single love interest in a series of potential love interests in the game, and the player can quite easily progress through the game while ignoring Kate almost entirely, save for her appearances in a few pre-mission cutscenes.
The “Mr. and Mrs. Bellic” cutscene respective to the different endings underscore this distinction quite nicely, in my opinion. The cutscene with Kate’s death seemed rather abrupt and poorly acted by comparison to the one in which Roman was killed. Niko, who rarely loses composure, firing the gun repeatedly into the lifeless corpse of the assailant was an extremely powerful scene and one that brought to life the powerful drive for revenge that would culminate in the final showdown with Dimitri. The event also solidified the folly of trusting Dimitri, both with respect to honestly carrying out the drug transaction and the likelihood of him leaving Roman and Niko alone.
The finale sequence is laden with irony in this respect. Those who had grown to have an affinity for Roman, and were thus inclined to accede to his wishes for Niko to forget his thirst for vengeance and do the deal with Dimitri, were punished with Roman’s death. By listening to Roman, you seal his fate, which is actually quite appropriate given Roman’s tendency to get himself into bad situations. By listening to Kate, you end up losing her. It is an appropriate twist for the rather grim and dark tale told in Grand Theft Auto IV.”
I can’t think of much more to say, other than you should play this game. You need to, if you love a good story. Even my telling of it all cannot do the real thing justice.
I feel rather guilty that I’ve not written in a few days. I started my job at SRS Monday, and since then I’ve had my free time severely cut down. I wake up at 6AM, get to work at about 7AM, and work until about 4:30-5PM. Then I drive an hour home, and have about 4-6 hours do to what I want before I sleep….not a lot, sadly. Since I’m waiting for an opportunity to get the computer at work fixed up for me (and a computer account in general), I’m more or less Marcie’s workdog, doing oddjobs (mostly pulling staples out of papers older than I am to be scanned and digitized). Today I did sit in a meeting for 4 hours though. @_@ At least the company of my coworkers is the same great group.
As you can see, though, in the meantime Tricia’s been writing quite a bit. Please keep up with and read and comment on her blogs! <3
Tonight I spent hanging out at Border's and Wal*Mart with Charlotte, Aaron's girlfriend. We had fun talking this and that about movies - good times. I fueled my media whoring a bit and I purchased T2, The Emperor’s New Groove, and The Mask.
My grandfather has malignant melanoma on his face. At first they thought it was carcinoma and removed it, but found out it wasn’t when it came back… and worse yet, it’s an odd strain that travels via nerves as opposed to tissue… So my folks are driving him short-notice to Orlando, FL, tomorrow for radiology treatment. They don’t know how long they’ll be gone. Until then, it’s just my brother and I holding down the fort. Kinda worried…
An interesting video I ran across earlier – so apparently back in the day it was popular if, during a radio interview, if you didn’t want it to be aired you simply laced it with as many profanities as you can muster. This made me laugh so hard – you can hear the baseball coach almost laugh twice near the end:
One last thing since I’m a bit… unable to sleep. Wal*Mart bathrooms are ridiculous. 2 stalls, 2 urinals…. and SIX sinks? Who the fuck thought that up? Why do we need to be able to handle more hand washing than pissing/crapping in a restroom!?! Furthermore, the sinks hardly fuck work. They have automatic sensors that are so out of alignment that by the time you get them on to wash your hands, they cut back off. One sink drained the water straight onto the floor! Nice job there, Lou. Good to see technical school for plumbing paid off in full. Then again, if I could con people THAT well, I’d be a bit more rich, eh? :P
And that’s all I really have to say for now. More survey to come later!
So after toying with software, I've come up with some win. Chatroulette + "The Brave Little Toaster" = epic nostalgia reactions. Hell yes.03:54:31 AM March 11, 2010from web
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