spoiled chinese girl

Craigslist is full of wonder sometimes.

Someone had posted a list of 25 Disney VHS movie titles for sale, and listed $3.00 each, or 4 for $10.00

And I had asked if I could purchase 10 of the 25 movies for $20, seeing as how I’m always looking to get the prices of things I purchase a little lower than advertised. And in my logic I figured that if 4 movies were $10.00, and that would mean the movies were $2.50 each if sold in lots of four, that should equate to the fact that I wanted 10 movies, and a greater discount should apply meaning my $2.00 per movie was not an unreasonable request. Sure it was a low price, but the dude started pretty low, and when dealing in Craigslist and attempting to sell multiple items, it’s always best to deal with one person interested in as many items as possible. Makes everyone’s lives easier.

Dude comes back to me with the fact that 3 of the titles are now gone and there’s 7 movies left. But he wanted $18.00 for them. And I’m staring at this, and wondering where on earth this number came from. Because at $2.50 per movie, 7 movies should only cost me $17.50, not $18.00. So I countered. As is my custom. I figured $15.00 for 7 movies was also a fair price. Also a number easily reached in cash money. That would have been $2.15 per movie, 15 cents per movie more than I really wanted to pay, but someone beat me to a few movies I was looking for. It was still 7 movies I was taking off this dude’s hands.

But he comes back to me saying the movies he should be selling to me for $19.00, but was giving me “a deal” of going as low as $17.00. And I think about this some more. $19.00 for 7 movies is $2.72 per movie. Which is 22 cents more than the $2.50 per movie he had advertised on his Craigslist advertisement. And I didn’t understand it. Why am I paying more per movie to buy more movies than if I purchased less? Shouldn’t volume count for such transactions? It normally does everywhere else.

And I explained my logic to him. Wondering why he thought 7 movies was worth $19.00 if 8 movies is worth $20.00 and why the amount per movies magically bounces between $2.50 and $2.74 when I want to purchase more from him, not less.

This is what the guy comes back with. His plan is to sell me 4 movies for the advertised price of $10.00 for a lot of four. And then 3 movies at $3.00 each which is how he came to the total of $19.00. And then to be thrilling and exciting he would take off 2 dollars from that total coming down to a $17.00, which is a whopping 50 cents less than his advertised price which works out to $2.50 per movie.

AND comes back at me saying if I went to a store which sells used goods the movies I am looking to purchase are $7-10 each.

So I wrote back. I explained my logic one more time. I explained that in my opinion it is easier dealing with one person purchasing 7 movies, than 7 people purchasing 1 movie each, and that trying to deal with 7 people is not worth the few extra dollars you would get rather than making a deal with one person. And I explained to him the magical world of flea markets, garage sales and other online advertisements similar to his.

And now I’ve blogged about this, because I just find stupidity to be just that funny.

I did the following things. Take pictures of cats. Drink green beer.

Got to go to the yoga studio three times this week.  They weren’t three days in a row but whatever.

I went Monday, Wednesday and Friday.  I normally don’t go Fridays because that’s the cheap-day (one class the money all goes to charity, the other class is just cheap.) And that’s the 6pm and 8pm classes and they’re usually PACKED.  I’ve been to a few, and having 45 or so people in that studio is seriously insanity.  Saturday and Sundays are pretty packed as well.

Wednesday is my favourite instructor.  I don’t think it has to do with the fact that she is into a lot of the same body modifications that I am into (although I will admit to being guilty of staring at many of her modifications, her piercings & tattoos while in practice)  I love classes with her.  I need to remember to go on Wednesdays because I used to when I had classes with her and I stopped and classes with her stopped.  It would make sense that she teaches on Wednesdays.

Friday I took off work early.  I wish I could get out of work at 3pm on all Fridays so I could keep going to class.  I did it my first week at the studio since it was unlimited classes for a week and I wanted in as many days as possible (I think I went four that week)  And I did it again yesterday.

It felt great.

I’ve lost all sense of balance, any poses of standing on one leg I can no longer do it seems.  I’m tending to blame the build/shape of my feet (I have severely flat feet, absoloutely no arch… which causes me to heavily be leaning) but I could do them before.

Sometimes I can do backbend poses, sometimes I can’t.  It’s really random.

I still love it.  I still want to continue.  I’m slowly buying a yoga wardrobe.  Although I still have yet to purchase from Lulu Lemon.  When will that happen?  I don’t know… I just don’t know.

So my mom had a court date yesterday.  Speeding ticket for a really high speed in comparison to the speed limit.  The cop that pulled her over was like “Yea, go to court for it.  Don’t bother hiring one of those agencies either just go yourself.”  And I remember having to send in the ticket to the court place.

And my mom was freaking out about it too.  I was going “The cop might not show up” and that would mean nothing happens since the cop has to be there (it’s the law, I took it in law class.)  My mom was expecting to tell her life story to the judge.  I was telling her to keep everything short & sweet, or at least as short and sweet as possible.

The judge doesn’t need to know about my dad’s driving history, my car accident, which roads had construction, what kind of stress you were under at work or the fact that you haven’t had a ticket in X number of years.

Anyways, my mom went, the cop didn’t show, she got a “no-charge”… and wouldn’t leave.  She didn’t get it.  I guess I should have explained it better beforehand.

The guy behind her was congratulatng her though on the cop not showing.

It was funny.

To me anyways.

I already realize that my skin is alive but today was the first day I watched, in real time, beads of sweat forming on my skin. It was magic because I can't see where it's coming from. They appear. From nothing. From within. Even more amazing was watching the sweat disappear. Back into my body, back to nothing. I didn't understand and I didn't want to. I just watched as this continued.

I saw the most amazing photograph today. But it's an image burned only into my mind.