quietgrrrl

There's this book. I checked it out of the library and after reading it I decided I wanted a copy for future reference. I ordered it from Amazon, along with another book that I also wanted for future reference and got the free shiiping. They e-mail a week later to say they're out of the first book, sorry, and here's what you have to pay on shipping for the second book we went ahead and shipped without checking with you first. I e-mail back to say "shipping fees my ass." Fortunately, Amazon is cool and refunds the shipping fees.

But I still want this book, so I check BN.com and they have it. I ordered the latest Adam Dalgliesh as well to get free shipping. They claim that delivery to Manhattan is same day, but it turns out it's not. It turns out same-day delivery for me (the reigning queen of fucked up delivery service) means "you come get this shit from our delivery center." That's absolutely not going to happen. If I wanted to go somewhere to get books, I'D GO TO A BOOKSTORE.

So now my options are:

1) Go to a bookstore and make them order it so I can pick it up at a location convenient to moi (assuming they don't have it in stock, which I am).

2) Pre-order it from Amazon (again) as they claim they will have it in stock Dec. 21 (which I learned from the author's website.)

And you know what? I'm going to do one or the other because:

1) I really want this book

2) It's become a mission. The fates don't seem to want me to have this book. Fuck the fates.

P.S. Happy thanksgiving, yo.

I've received an unexpected sum of money. I'm now set to pay off my tax bill with a tidy bit left over and am thinking of a nice little holiday gift to myself on top of my original planned gift to myself, which is to get a ring my father gave me in 1989 cleaned and resized so I can wear it again.

It would be nice to get a suit from Macy's or something instead of overstock.com. Or maybe a new blender.

What do you think?

I'm real glad I didn't pay shipping on those books from Barnes & Noble. They play it real fast and loose with the definition of "same day delivery." It currently looks like I'll maybe get the stuff next week.

But hey, it was free, so what the hell. I can deal with liars so long as they're not also thieves.

UPDATE: This situation has since gone from mildly amusing to "oh, hell no." Turns out "same day delivery" means "you go to our shipment center to pick it up." Fuck that shit; what's the point of ordering books I could have gotten at bricks and mortar store if I have to go pick them up? Barnes & Noble FAIL.

You know what I'm talking about.

Fuck my fucking landlord. There are people in this city who pay for their own heat and are going cold because they can't afford it, yet I'm sweltering in 80 degree heat with all my windows wide open. I can't cook myself any dinner because if I turn the oven on, I'll melt.

This really sucks. It's about 40 degrees and I'd be more comfortable walking around outside with a sweater on.

POLAR BEAR ANNA NO LIKE!!! BRAARRROARRR!!!! TOO MUCH HEAT!!!

You know what sucks? Douchebags on the subway who play music on their cellphones without using earbuds. You know what sucks even more? When I finally work up the nerve to say something smartassy to one of these jackoffs, he doesn't even speak enough English to understand what I'm saying. ("Hey, you know they make headphones now?")

Goddamnit.

Although seeing as someone got stabbed to death this weekend during a fight over a seat, I should probably just keep my lips zipped.

It's proposed that cosmetic surgery be taxed to help provide necessary medical treatment to the un- or underinsured. "NOT FAIR!! WAAHWAAHBOOHOOHOOOOO!!!" whine a bunch of asshole cosmetic surgeons who chose to make boobs bigger and asses smaller rather than do something useful with their education.

Every time I put on a pair of pants, it's a remimder from the clothing industry that my little waist is too small for my fat thighs and my fat thighs are too big for my little waist.

You know you've been reading too much about housekeeping when, after 4 cocktails, you decide to spot clean your floors.

My mother sent me a photo album she made of her pictures of my dad. One is captioned "Stopped for speeding in Nevada." He's posing with trooper and smiling - he wasn't one little bit ashamed or even angry at being busted for driving too fast, which was just like him. I couldn't help but laugh. I'll try to scan and post the shot when I'm able.

Characters who've never fired weapons before+shotguns+beer=damn good TV.

I've killed 2 mosquitos today and I can hear a 3rd one buzzing around my bedroom.I've also got a bite on my forehead. Fuck off and die already you bastards, it's November.

Speaking of which, global warming can also fuck off and die. If I wanted it to be 65 in November I'd move my ass back to California. Hell, it's probably 50-something in the Bay Area right now.

ETA: I checked and it's 41 in Santa Rosa. Guess I should indeed move back.

So I'm looking at my DVR schedule for the week, canceling the stuff I don't really care about, like the episode of Charmed where French Stewart guest stars. I see a description for an LOCI and say to myself "ooh, that's the one where the vic ate buffalo wings right before being run over!"

Um, I think it might be time to make dinner.

I think society in general would benefit from letting go of the idea that when bad stuff happens, it's always somebodys's fault - somebody must be responsible. You know, sometimes really unfortunate stuff happens that was just bad luck and can't be blamed on anyone. It's terrible when someone slips on wet stairs and hurts herself on a rainy day. But while her first instinct to sue may be unjustified, so is someone else telling her it's her own fault. Wet stairs are slippery and it's hardly negligent to slip on them.

I just need to accept that no one else gets "income tax refund = lost interest income" and stop getting into fights about it on Facebook. If someone really thinks getting their (e.g.) $50 overpayment from January 08 back in April 09 with zero interest is preferable to having that $50 plus the interest it could have earned over 15 months, that's not my problem.

ABC cancelled Eastwick. That show had potential.

My library is looking to hire a reference assistant. Anyone who's interested, let me know and I'll send you details. OCLC knowledge is required.

EDIT: It's mostly ILL work.

I just saw a job that I unsuccessfully interviewed for reposted for the second time since. Had they the sense to hire me, I would still be there. Suckas.

Iknow not all bike people suck, but a lot of them really do.

Decluttered the bedroom and thoroughly vacuumed. All I have to say on the matter is this:

Dear god, the cat hair. SO MUCH CAT HAIR. I'm gonna have nightmares about the cat hair.

I'm gonna drink an MGD Light and then I'm gonna make some soup. Tomorrow's target is the hall closets.