Not Enough Time
There is not enough time in the day to do all the things I have to get done.
That, coupled with my distinct lack of patience, has me pretty much topped-out as far as activity is concerned. It may not look like I’m doing a lot, but I’m about ready to have a cardiac from the stress.
The weekend… where to begin?
After the movie, my dad came back to my place and we watched three of the first four episodes to Push, Nevada that he had recorded. I caught a few of the clues while watching, but after checking out the enochonline web site, it seems the game is much bigger than I am. There’s money to be won, and someone will win it. In the meantime, I enjoyed the show - it was very David Lynch - and I hope ABC doesn’t kill it by putting it opposite CSI on Thursday nights.
Saturday was a day of getting things done, and Saturday night Jenn and I watched Seattle destroy the Hawks, three to nothing. It was a terrible beating, and I am disappointed in the Hawks for the distinct lack of playing hockey that was displayed.
I also received my ninja costume from Karate-Mart. Heh. I bought an extra-large, figuring it would accommodate a 6’2” guy - after all, the site says it will fit someone over 6’3”. Not so. The pants fit more like skin-tight culottes and the shirt made me look like an organ grinder monkey. I’ve packed the thing up and sent it back via UPS as of today, but I was thinking about this…
It cost me $9.90 to ship the $30 uniform and a $6 fake sword. Let’s assume, for the sake of argument, that the wooden sword cost $4.90 to ship. That means the uniform cost a total of $35. Well, to ship it back, it cost me $8.90 because they request you ship things via UPS, RPS, or some other insured shipping method, and that’s the UPS charge. They also charge you a 15% restocking fee - in my case, that’s $4.50. So that means it cost me ($5 original shipping + $8.90 return shipping
- $4.50 restocking fee) a total of $18.40 to try on a costume that didn’t fit. Web shopping is not all it’s cracked up to be, at least when clothing is involved. Now you know why brick-and-mortar stores will never go out of style.
Oh, and Jenn got some new jeans at The Gap. Normally I wouldn’t mention something so mundane, but there was a bit of a production involved with getting the jeans.
Jenn’s used to wearing the “reverse” cut jeans. I’m not even sure what that means - how do you reverse fit a pair of jeans? Anyway, that’s the kind she wears. Or, should I say, “wore,” because they don’t make that kind anymore? Which means that Jenn had to find a new cut of jeans to wear.
So we went into The Gap and she grabbed a pair of the “classic” jeans off the rack and starts walking to the counter. I’m all, “Hey, aren’t you going to try them on? How do you know they’ll fit?”
“They’ll fit,” she said.
I wasn’t so sure. “Why don’t you try them on so we don’t have to come back and return them?” After a bit of prodding, she went into the dressing room and tried them on. A few minutes later, she came out.
“I hate you because you’re always right.” Yeah, that’s what I thought. They didn’t fit.
She put the pants back, and the sales lady came over and asked if we needed help. “No,” said Jenn. “Yes,” said I, “we do. She used to wear the ‘reverse’ jeans but, of course, you don’t carry those anymore. What do you have now?” The sales lady gave us the ins and outs of the 300,000 different cuts of jeans that The Gap carries (none of which fit me) and then told Jenn to try the “boot cut” kind.
Jenn, of course, refused.
After more prodding, she took the pants into the dressing room and tried them on. You know what?
They fit just fine. Plus, they look really good. Hella better than those reverse-cut sons-of-bitches. This new pair of jeans has, oh, I don’t know… personality. I like ‘em. Jenn’s still getting used to them, but I think she’ll come around. (We did end up buying the boot cut pair. I couldn’t resist rubbing in how right I was for the rest of the day, either.)
Sunday I went to the Portland Comic Convention and picked up several card sets and back issues that I had been looking for. I spent way too much money, but such is the way of things. I was going to buy that stuff anyway, so I might as well just get it over with.
After that, I went to the local sporting goods store and picked up some sweat pants and a hooded sweatshirt that I will magically transform into a new ninja costume. Hey, I liked the sword and wanted to do something with it. Besides, I can wear the sweats other places than just a costume party. Good enough, then.
So now it’s Monday and I found out a little while ago that I need to rebuild my desktop workstation because something weird is going on with .NET application debugging. Not that I mind too much - the machine has been running for a long time without a rebuild - but it’s a time consumer that I didn’t want to have to deal with just now. Oh well, such is life.