Friday, July 23, 2004

Oh my Gaw!
What is wrong with you people? Not commenting on a perfectly good post.. >:|

Well, now that the moment is gone, I remember what I was going to talk about yesterday.

My mom decided that I needed an eye appointment a few days ago, so we went to this little eye doctor place in the more downtown middle-of-the-desert area. I found it rather funny that everybody in the waiting room was either horrendously obese or old. In fact, a good number of them were both. Days of Our Lives was playing on a big-screen television in the corner, and my brother had his first taste of a non-Dragonball soap opera. :P

"Mom, they've been in the shower doing that for three commercial breaks now."

"And they'll be in there for three more, now be quiet and draw."

There was only one chair in the examination room, so we stranded my brother with the fat, old, soap opera-going people in the waiting room.

It all went pretty quickly. My vision apparently hasn't changed too much since two and a half years ago- the stigmatism has just worsened a bit.

The doctor was originally from Germany, and was telling us about European football and American soccer.. My mom brought up how her nephew "Was sent to an all German-speaking camp" when he was in college, for his German class. In a very, very sadistic and un-funny way, I found that hilarious.

When we came out, my brother was in shock from the fat woman tapping her foot, chewing on gum, and gasping every time somebody said something on Days of Our Lives.

I found that equally hilarious.

The next day we went to the mall, with the goal of finding new frames for my glasses in mind.

I like my glasses. I don't want a new frame. These have been through so much with me. ;_; Nevertheless, the jerky Lenscrafters dude was saying "No, no, these glasses are bent", so I "needed" a new pair.

It was pretty hard to find a pair that I liked. Most of the glasses that were half-rimmed (like my current ones) didn’t hold very rounded lenses, and those strange stylin’ plastic ones don’t fit me (Well, now I know I can’t look like a media gadfly..).

Eventually we found a nice pair that had rounded lenses, like these, but had an interesting frame. It’s sort of hard to explain, but it’s almost as if the lenses are dangling from the frames without any support on the sides.

The weird salesman guy, Bob, also convinced us that we “need” prescription sunglasses. There was this really cool gray-to-black gradient pair, which I scoped out from across the store. Sunglasses are awesome.

My parents then picked out their pairs, and we went over to the strange salesman’s little booth, where the classic sales bump move was executed. Even with the Blue Cross discount and everything, my non-sunglasses pair cost a very painful $250. My parents didn’t even ask for their prices, and we left pretty quickly.

My dad, being an experienced salesman, gave me a critique of Bob's skills. Apparently, the poor guy wasn't executing the deal immediately, or getting us hyped about the items, like a good (..Good as in "skilled," not "moral) sales man should.

We went to a few other glasses-selling stores, without any success. I then sauntered over to the arcade, found that the mall-rat DDR-goers, Kuroneko hats and all, were doing their thing on the crappy bootleg machine (Megamix = No). I then remembered the DDR EXTREME over at the movie theater, and played a few songs.

The left coin slot was jammed, so I had to play on the right side of the screen, which is still somewhat alien to me. It’s not that much of a difference, seeing things on the right side of the screen, but my habit of looking at the left side was a hard one to break.

Surprisingly enough, I failed Tsugaru, a song I am very familiar with, in the first ten seconds. I tried again, got to the galloping part, and failed again. I did this for a while until I realized the right and up arrows, despite looking nice and new, were either laggy or busted entirely. As I walked away, some odd teenage African American girl walked by and said, in a voice intended to sound mock-menacing, but was simply annoying, “You failed. Failure!”

I was going to flip her off, but.. Eh.

Today I went to Target looking for blank shirts that I will iron my own personal messages on, but I only picked up one white shirt with black three-quarter length sleeves. I sort of have an idea of what I’ll put on it, but this one shall be the prototype shirt. I’m probably going to mess it up somehow, so I may as well give an excuse by calling it "prototype."

I then walked around the corner to Gamestop, and found that they had a nice copy of Final Fantasy VII in their bin of leftover PS1 games, in the original case with the instruction manual in perfect condition. I didn’t bring my wallet (Only ten dollars I spent on the shirt), so I ran back over to Target, asked my mom for some cash, and ran back.

I was under the impression that all copies of Final Fantasy VII were $17, but it turned out to be $20. Desperate for some role-playing goodness, I ran back over to where my mother was, got a few more dollars to cover the tax, and went back.

Well, turns out that they didn’t have a copy in stock- just the case. The salesguy said that somebody either stolen it or bought the game without the case.. I didn’t like the looks of him, though. I bet he was keeping it for himself. Stealing my game.. That bastard.

Oh well. I think I'll pick up VIII first, when I come across it. Shin's views on VII seem to make sense- the game may have been revolutionary for its time, but plenty of better games have been released since.

*scoffs at fanboys as he drinks Mr. Pibb out of an Eva mug, spills some on his .hack//QUARANTINE shirt and calls his brother a n00b out of rage*
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