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I have so very much to do this weekend...none of it bad mind you, just very busy

1. Leave work this evening for GSG Grande Beltaine Sabbat where I am hosting their open mic feature for the evening. I loaded the Karaoke equipment into the Pagan Bus and compiled new songs books and requests slips last night, so every thing is ready. I just have to get down to the park in a somewhat timely manner

2. My daughter, 

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When not running around like a chicken with his head cut off, I will be spending time with my daughter, getting to know the the future hubby and playing the new Wii system that I was finally able to acquire...like I said, busy but very kewl.

Let me start by saying that I bought a 1400 dollar dell pc on credit (why, because I could not afford one any other way) I do everything that you are supposed to do (ie I had it on a surge protoected UPS, made sure that there was adequate ventilation around it etc. ) Yesterday I powered the machine down and when I tried to turn it back on, their little power button flashes amber at me. The machine does not power on and now I find out that since it is out of warranty it is effectively a 1400 dollar door stop.. They are fucking high if they think that they are ever going to see another penny from me as long as I live. I refuse to pay for something defective which I only found out about after the warranty expired, because I left the machine powered on. I feel like just another victim of a corporate perpetuated fraud.

In the early seventies, Ed Whitchurch ran "his game", and one of the participants was Eric Sorenson. Eric plays something like a computer. When he games, he methodically considers each possibility before choosing his preferred option. If given time, he will invariably pick the optimal solution. It has been known to take weeks. He is otherwise, in all respects, a superior gamer. Eric was playing a Neutral Paladin in Ed's game. He was on some lord's lands when the following exchange occurred:

ED: You see a well groomed garden. In the middle, on a small hill, you see a gazebo.
ERIC: A gazebo? What color is it?
ED: [pause] It's white, Eric.
ERIC: How far away is it?
ED: About 50 yards.
ERIC: How big is it?
ED: [pause] It's about 30 ft across, 15 ft high, with a pointed top.
ERIC: I use my sword to detect good on it.
ED: It's not good, Eric. It's a gazebo.
ERIC: [pause] I call out to it.
ED: It won't answer. It's a gazebo.
ERIC: [pause] I sheathe my sword and draw my bow and arrows. Does it respond in any way?
ED: No, Eric, it's a gazebo!
ERIC: I shoot it with my bow. [roll to hit] What happened?
ED: There is now a gazebo with an arrow sticking out of it.
ERIC: [pause] Wasn't it wounded?
ED: OF COURSE NOT, ERIC! IT'S A GAZEBO!
ERIC: [whimper] But that was a +3 arrow!
ED: It's a gazebo, Eric, a GAZEBO! If you really want to try to destroy it, you could try to chop it with an axe, I suppose, or you could try to burn it, but I don't know why anybody would even try. It's a @#$%!! gazebo!
ERIC: [long pause. He has no axe or fire spells.] I run away.
ED: [thoroughly frustrated] It's too late. You've awakened the gazebo. It catches you and eats you.
ERIC: [reaching for his dice] Maybe I'll roll up a fire-using mage so I can avenge my Paladin.

At this point, the increasingly amused fellow party members restored a modicum of order by explaining to Eric what a gazebo is. Thus ends the tale of Eric and the Dread Gazebo. It could have been worse; at least the gazebo wasn't on a grassy gnoll. Thus ends the tale of Eric and the Dread Gazebo. A little vocabulary is a dangerous thing.

It seems that I owe the hypothetical Scumbag in my last post an apology. After contacting UPS it turns out that their driver, in a grand display of gross incompetence, delivered my daughter's package to the wrong address. The person at said address has spent several days trying to get someone from UPS to pick up the erroneously delivered parcel. It wasn't until today, when my mother, the person who shipped the package in the first place for me, went to UPS to inform them that my daughter had not received her gift that they figured out what happened. A pick up order has been placed and hopefully my daughter will soon have her gift in her hands, albeit a few days late. I never ceased to be amazed by the incredible amounts of abject stupidity that runs rampant in this world of ours.

What can Brown do for me? How about pissing me off and causing me to have to call my daughter and hypothesis that someone had stolen her gift because a non human interaction tracking feature had informed me that the package had been delivered and left on her doorstep. How about causing my daughter to cry because she couldn't understand how someone could be that utterly cruel to another human being. How about having me theorize to her that it was probably some junkie who thought he could pawn the items for enough money to secure his next fix in a vague attempt to conceptualize why this might  happen. How about having everything thing turn out to be huge pile of shit based on some illiterate driver's inability to read a fucking street address.

 I do know one thing that Brown will not do for me ever again.....and that's deliver a another fucking package for me.