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la_belle_laideThe pre-sale of the $2 30STM tickets were supposed to go on sale today ... which they did, with the exception of all the shows in the Tri-state area. This, of course, includes both of the shows I had planned on seeing. There's a chance they will add those dates for $2 tomorrow, and also a chance that, if they don't, we'll at least be able to get tickets at regular price next week. Which is all right, I guess, except for the fact that I told everyone I invited along (4 people, and myself twice!) that it was my treat. 'Cause, dude. Two dollars.
This is keeping in the tradition of my streak of bad luck. Also keeping with that trend, I brought my hard drive down to Best Buy today figuring, hey, you never know. I told the guy, "I've got a non-booting hard drive and..." He said, "You want the data, right?" He was really nice about it. He hooked it up like I hoped he would, and waited, and waited, and waited. Finally he called me back behind the desk and said, "Do you hear that?" But by the time I got there, it had stopped. It was this clicking that everyone keeps telling me about. He said that it was trying to access some disk or something, and that he could not retrieve my data. He also said that I should send it away, and it sounded like a level one eff up, which would cost me about $99. I told him, Yeah, that's what the first guy told me, but the guy I talked to at the data retrieval place (also the Geek Squad,) said that it was a level two. "Ooooh," this guy said, "Yeah, that's about $500. Yeah, it could totally be level two." Dude, by now I know it's a level one and that they data retrieval folks are trying to wring me out. I just don't know what else to do. Last night I opened the files of my story that I had saved a few months ago, hoping that maybe there was more on there than I remembered. There wasn't. The entire ending of the second one, not to mention about four added chapters, they're all gone. And my stupid unnamed self-indulgent vampire story which was never going to see the light of day but which was giving me a giggle once in a while, that's gone, too.
But here's something on the brighter side, something that made me laugh inappropriately and that I have to remember. Yesterday at work, Casse and I started talking about--I don't remember how it started--serial killers. I said something like, "Cereal killers, dude. I'd totally be Lucky Charms." And that began the long inside joke that went on the rest of the day. At one point we were going to make Cereal Killer movies, and Casse would be Raisin Bran, her tagline would be "Two scoops of pain!" And I would be Rice Crispies: "Snap, Crackle, Pop a cap in your ass!" Later in the day I was up front checking the book (that's the only reason that kennel people are allowed to show our faces up front, except if we're looking for someone or we have a question; we're not allowed to gather there because it supposedly looks "unprofessional" if the kennel people are up there,) and Brittany was asking someone's address over the phone. "Now that's Beaver S-P-U-R?" I saw Kelly turn away with a smirk on her face, trying to hide her laughter because there were clients up there. I had to turn away, too. As soon as the clients left I turned around and asked Brittany, "So, Beaver Spur? Sounds like something you'd have to go to the doctor for. 'I'm sorry Ma'am, but it looks like you've got Beaver Spur.' 'Oh, no! Can't you just shave it off or something?" Brittany: "Can you imagine if you brought a guy home one night? 'Oh my god! You totally didn't even tell me you had Beaver Spur!'" Jenn J.: "Oh, big deal! I file it down; there's no blood involved or anything!"
I'm so Beavis sometimes. But seriously, who the hell would live in a place called Beaver Spur? God!
Today we met for Hula bright and early, and then I jetted off to Kung Fu. Erica made up the tickets for the benefit, so I've got to start collecting money for that. She also put up a sign about the tournament team, saying, "See Jules for details," which is pretty funny, since I have no idea what the details even are. The benefit promises to be a blast, though. I can't wait. It's the Thursday after the Makaha Sons concert. So then we went out to do a little sword, just me, Lee and Erica, and as soon as the bells in the church chimed, I hauled out of there like my butt was on fire and my head was catching, trying to make it home in time to purchase those ill-fated tickets which I still don't have.
After Id been dawdling around with Ticketmaster for an hour, my Mom called and said that Grandma wanted to go shopping, and would I like to go? I said yeah, and the first stop was to Best Buy, like I said above. After that we just wandered around Michael's and Linen's N' Things where I bought a grand total of one candle. Stopped at Home Depot where I bought some fritirillas (or something?) bulb for $3 and my Gran spent like a hundred dollars on plants.
Oh, here's some good news: My cousin's husband's tests all came back fine. He was having a reaction to Lipitor, of all things. O_o But he's going to be fine.
There's something else that's on my mind today concering someone at Kung Fu, but I'll put that in a locked post.
This is keeping in the tradition of my streak of bad luck. Also keeping with that trend, I brought my hard drive down to Best Buy today figuring, hey, you never know. I told the guy, "I've got a non-booting hard drive and..." He said, "You want the data, right?" He was really nice about it. He hooked it up like I hoped he would, and waited, and waited, and waited. Finally he called me back behind the desk and said, "Do you hear that?" But by the time I got there, it had stopped. It was this clicking that everyone keeps telling me about. He said that it was trying to access some disk or something, and that he could not retrieve my data. He also said that I should send it away, and it sounded like a level one eff up, which would cost me about $99. I told him, Yeah, that's what the first guy told me, but the guy I talked to at the data retrieval place (also the Geek Squad,) said that it was a level two. "Ooooh," this guy said, "Yeah, that's about $500. Yeah, it could totally be level two." Dude, by now I know it's a level one and that they data retrieval folks are trying to wring me out. I just don't know what else to do. Last night I opened the files of my story that I had saved a few months ago, hoping that maybe there was more on there than I remembered. There wasn't. The entire ending of the second one, not to mention about four added chapters, they're all gone. And my stupid unnamed self-indulgent vampire story which was never going to see the light of day but which was giving me a giggle once in a while, that's gone, too.
But here's something on the brighter side, something that made me laugh inappropriately and that I have to remember. Yesterday at work, Casse and I started talking about--I don't remember how it started--serial killers. I said something like, "Cereal killers, dude. I'd totally be Lucky Charms." And that began the long inside joke that went on the rest of the day. At one point we were going to make Cereal Killer movies, and Casse would be Raisin Bran, her tagline would be "Two scoops of pain!" And I would be Rice Crispies: "Snap, Crackle, Pop a cap in your ass!" Later in the day I was up front checking the book (that's the only reason that kennel people are allowed to show our faces up front, except if we're looking for someone or we have a question; we're not allowed to gather there because it supposedly looks "unprofessional" if the kennel people are up there,) and Brittany was asking someone's address over the phone. "Now that's Beaver S-P-U-R?" I saw Kelly turn away with a smirk on her face, trying to hide her laughter because there were clients up there. I had to turn away, too. As soon as the clients left I turned around and asked Brittany, "So, Beaver Spur? Sounds like something you'd have to go to the doctor for. 'I'm sorry Ma'am, but it looks like you've got Beaver Spur.' 'Oh, no! Can't you just shave it off or something?" Brittany: "Can you imagine if you brought a guy home one night? 'Oh my god! You totally didn't even tell me you had Beaver Spur!'" Jenn J.: "Oh, big deal! I file it down; there's no blood involved or anything!"
I'm so Beavis sometimes. But seriously, who the hell would live in a place called Beaver Spur? God!
Today we met for Hula bright and early, and then I jetted off to Kung Fu. Erica made up the tickets for the benefit, so I've got to start collecting money for that. She also put up a sign about the tournament team, saying, "See Jules for details," which is pretty funny, since I have no idea what the details even are. The benefit promises to be a blast, though. I can't wait. It's the Thursday after the Makaha Sons concert. So then we went out to do a little sword, just me, Lee and Erica, and as soon as the bells in the church chimed, I hauled out of there like my butt was on fire and my head was catching, trying to make it home in time to purchase those ill-fated tickets which I still don't have.
After Id been dawdling around with Ticketmaster for an hour, my Mom called and said that Grandma wanted to go shopping, and would I like to go? I said yeah, and the first stop was to Best Buy, like I said above. After that we just wandered around Michael's and Linen's N' Things where I bought a grand total of one candle. Stopped at Home Depot where I bought some fritirillas (or something?) bulb for $3 and my Gran spent like a hundred dollars on plants.
Oh, here's some good news: My cousin's husband's tests all came back fine. He was having a reaction to Lipitor, of all things. O_o But he's going to be fine.
There's something else that's on my mind today concering someone at Kung Fu, but I'll put that in a locked post.
