Compocalypse '09: All Good Things
Aug. 17th, 2009 06:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cleolinda... well, you know who they come to.
You know who they haven't come to yet? This guy (as my sister would say). We called Best Buy. The laptop was supposed to come in today (and bless those of y'all who actually remembered that it was supposed to come in today). Apparently it's on a truck somewhere (and not a UPS truck, because the Brown SWAT would sort that shit out for me with a quickness) and it won't be in until Wednesday. My mother was indignant. I was completely unsurprised. And we can't go get another one, because we've already paid for this one and our warranty/service whatever is specifically attached to the serial number hoodoo on this particular machine. I just shrugged and went on my non-computer-owning way.
I am completely overa lot of things summer, by the way. Mostly, it rained. And what did it rain? Drama. Besides, I tend to consider May in Alabama as being "summer"--it's not like I have any school to get in or out of, so it doesn't make any difference to me--so I've already had my full three months and then some. Summer is so five minutes ago. I am moving on to The Burnt Orange Season. Halloween, specifically. If stores can put up the Christmas displays at 9 pm, October 31st (and I actually witnessed this once), I can start gearing up for Halloween now. It'll help me get back into a Black Ribbon mood anyway.
(As a sidenote, I can't wait for the day that freakin' book is finally on a freakin' shelf and y'all can go, "My God, she went on about this thing on Livejournal for SIX YEARS." Actually, if I woke up and found out that elves had finished writing it for me in the night, the future publishing process would make it more like seven years. Oh, number seven, you so auspicious. And crazy.)
You know who they haven't come to yet? This guy (as my sister would say). We called Best Buy. The laptop was supposed to come in today (and bless those of y'all who actually remembered that it was supposed to come in today). Apparently it's on a truck somewhere (and not a UPS truck, because the Brown SWAT would sort that shit out for me with a quickness) and it won't be in until Wednesday. My mother was indignant. I was completely unsurprised. And we can't go get another one, because we've already paid for this one and our warranty/service whatever is specifically attached to the serial number hoodoo on this particular machine. I just shrugged and went on my non-computer-owning way.
I am completely over
(As a sidenote, I can't wait for the day that freakin' book is finally on a freakin' shelf and y'all can go, "My God, she went on about this thing on Livejournal for SIX YEARS." Actually, if I woke up and found out that elves had finished writing it for me in the night, the future publishing process would make it more like seven years. Oh, number seven, you so auspicious. And crazy.)
