spoiled chinese girl

Had a bit of a guitar hero 2 date Tuesday night after yoga.  I needed to go to B’s house anyways to look for my blank DVD’s that I was going to use plus a minijack to minijack cable for some bootleg processes that I’ll be working on shortly.

And we had dinner.

And we watched TV

And we played guitar hero 2.  Together.

Awww…

I sound like a goof.  It wasn’t a date.  But it’s funny calling it a date.  I started playing first to try and get all the songs in the medium setting as 5 stars to unlock a new guitar.  Then after we finished eating we were playing random songs in the co-operative mode just to unlock different basses.  He kept taking lead guitar most of the time, leaving me generally with bass or rhythm guitar depending on the song.

It was amusing when there was one song (which I can’t remember) that was apparently super bass-heavy and I had to play most of it.

Next we will be doing the competition mode.  Sweet.

Companies are bloody well weird. The one I’m working for right now gives absoloutely no leeway to their customers. In any other industry they should have been shot out of the water a LONG time ago but somehow they continue to thrive, probably because they have a gross majority over the market that they supply.

Anyways, I understand a restocking fee, and I understand people make mistakes. And I think the restocking fee for my company is way too high for the product. 20% doesn’t sound like a lot, but when you’re talking about large volumes, and high prices it adds up. And I always am the one to get yelled at, since I’m the one on the phone.

Nothing more exciting than an irate customer saying “That’s absoloute bullshit. I deal with you for over four years and buy from you every week and this is the kind of shit I have to deal with? What about all the shit you guys do that’s wrong? Should I start charging you for all of my time that I waste waiting for you to correct your own mistakes?” … what can you say to something like that? He makes a valid point. We don’t offer anything when we make mistakes, yet when they do it, we penalize them heavily for it.

And… I don’t know. I know they tape our phone conversations so I didn’t want to say anything that made me sound like I agreed with this person. So I basically just pretended to ignore everything he said. Like how the company policy was bullshit. And how customers shouldn’t be treated this way. And how he is going to return the product, and when the statement comes in with the restocking fee he will just ignore it.

I figured that was my safest course of action.

I hope it was anyways

Meh, it was funny.

Anyways, my work-mate Donna brought in some itallian sausage to work today to share with everyone.  It looked like uncooked chinese sausage that normally is steamed to be cooked (at least in my family) and it’s generally steamed in the rice cooker since it works, and hey, it’s the whole two birds with one stone deal.

Anyways, it was kind of weird.  It was somewhat hard as a rock, the little fat deposits I started having fun with, because if you squeezed the bit of sausage the right way, it looked, and felt, like you were popping a zit.  I had fun.  No one around me saw my humour.

And it wasn’t bad, but there were bits that were total stringy, that I needed to borrow floss for to get out from in between my teeth.  Gross.

But my first round with Sweet Itallian Sausage was a success!  Now to go to Italy for some real Itallian Sausage *wink wink*

Alright, the Nintendo Wii.  It`s pretty cool and all that jazz, but it`s still a video game.  It still encourages kids (and adults) to sit inside and stare at a screen and not really be overtly social, unless it`s with other people who are also sitting inside staring at a screen and not being social.

And that`s about all there is to it.  You sit and you stare at a screen, you push buttons and you move a controller (or two) around.  I mean there`s MORE movement than a traditional game sure, since you have to move your arm and there`s more hand-eye coordination instead of just thumb-eye coordination, but it`s still an indoor game.

And the people who are touting the Wii as something to help kids be more active are… I`m sorry, off their rocker.  It`s no more active than an active gamer of any other sort, since they move the controllers around whether they need to or not (watch anyone really into a driving game, they`ll hold the controller like a steering wheel, knowing full well their turning means nothing)

You can cheat the Wii.  You can totally lay on a couch and play all the same games and figure out the movements as good as someone who is standing and pretending to do everything as if they were REALLY doing stuff.

The only game I have found that is physically exahusting that you can`t avoid being so is the Wii sports boxing game so far.  But I don`t own a wii and don`t play it a lot.

I mean, if you want your kids to be active, send them outside with a ball, or some wheels, and let them have fun.  And if you INSIST on keeping your kids indoors and staring at a screen, give them a game they can`t cheat at.  Like DDR.  Why has no one touted that DDR made people lose hundreds of pounds, yet the Wii is being touted as the new weight-loss thing?

Arrgh!

Half the time I don't know what's going on. I follow without meaning and expect everything to be alright. It works normally but it doesn't anymore. I know I sound like a goof sometimes, but yoga actually helps. I don't know why, and I don't particularly care. But this past Saturday proved it. I couldn't do ANYTHING in class. I was on my back for probably half of it, I couldn't keep my balance, I couldn't concentrate, I couldn't see straight, I couldn't hold poses, I couldn't do anything I can normally do. And while I hated myself for my incompetence during each pose, when each pose was done, I let it go. I was able to acknowledge the fact I sucked through that posture or that flow, and then moved onto the next one with just as much hope and eagerness as the beginning of class. I can hold back from dwelling on past mistakes. I take what I needed from them and let everything else disappear. The end of my absolute shittiest class ever, I felt just as in awe of myself and of everyone surrounding me, as in my most perfect class ever. I knew I messed up and messed up bad, and I still walked out happy I went. So it wasn't a good day for me. So what.