Well, that was fun...

Just tangled with ordering from Hasbro Toy Shop and Matty Collector (Mattel's new webstore). I've got one word: UGH.

HTS wasn't too bad, just a few random error messages. Matty was a nightmare; I tried placing my order for King Greyskull multiple times only to have the server crash or get weird-ass error messages. If it hadn't been for Prime giving me the customer service number for Mattel, we'd probably be screwed right now.

I have to go lay down. I have a killer migraine from all the bullshit today.

Pic from LOL BOTS.

Best. Day. EVER!

So my friend DA is now at the San Diego Comic-Con. I admit, I am jealous as all get-out. He's been calling me off and on the whole day to give me status reports, so when the phone rang about ten minutes ago, that's what I was expecting. We said hi, he told me to hang on, and I had no idea what would happen next.

The person who said hello had a distinctly British accent. My heart skipped at least three beats when I realized who it was.

It was Mark Ryan. I was speaking to Mark Ryan!

He asked if I had ever been to anything like SDCC and I told him that I really hadn't, the closest I had come was BotCon. He mentioned that DA had said I was a huge Bumblebee fan and I said that I most certainly was.

Poor Mr. Ryan. He said it sounded like I was hyperventilating and was afraid I might pass out! I told him I wouldn't. XD

It seems he didn't know he was going to be the voice of Bumblebee until he was contacted after the filming was over; basically they wanted his permission to use the lines he spoke for Bumblebee, but he couldn't remember doing any! They had to play a recording of him speaking the lines so he could actually remember them.

He said yes and thus became the voice of Bumblebee.

He said he hasn't been invited to a BotCon yet, but he would certainly go and "make a fool of himself" again. I said if he could stand the likes of me, it'd be great. He said he could.

I thanked Mr. Ryan profusely and told him it was an honor to speak to him. When DA picked the phone back up, I must have said about three hundred "Thanks" in under five seconds.

Poor Prime. When he gets home, he's going to wonder why I'm so hyper.
I'll be unbearable for the next three weeks, easy.

--Weasel, "This. Day. RAWKS!"

There Aren't Enough Expletives

Got a letter in the mail from the bank today. And apparently, I have to deal with some stupid bullshit concerning the car. Or rather, the title to said car.

According to the person at the bank, someone by the name of James A. Sr. is listed on the title to my car. And I have to get this dwink to sign off on the loan application for some odd ass reason.

There's just one teensy, tiny little problem here.
There is only one goddamned name on the title: MINE!
There is no James A Sr. on the fucking title, or living at my place of residence! I don't even know who in the hell James A. Sr. fucking is! So how in the hell am I going to get a signature from someone who doesn't frigging exist?

This isn't the first time I've had to deal with bullshit from this bank. I'm starting to think that this place might be run by a bunch of brain damaged chimps.

--Weasel, "That dent in my desk just keeps getting bigger and deeper thanks to all this crap."

So How Hard Should I Laugh?

You have seriously got to watch this.
I honestly don't know whether to laugh..... or fucking laugh hysterically.

Here's a message for you, my good man:

Would you like to solve, or do you need to buy a fucking vowel? Or a life?

Wonder If I'm on There...

Terrorist Watch List Hits One Million Names.
I can't help but wonder: If I'm on there, should I be honored or freaked the hell out? Just curious.

Nothing Important Happened Today...

Saw WALL*E last night. If you get a chance, I urge you to go. It's a great movie. Turned out to be the only really good thing that happened in the last 24 hours. I had been trying to get Prime to go since the commercials began airing, and he wasn't interested. Opening night came and he was still stuck in NO mode. My pestering obviously paid off. He liked it, and boy, did he fume about it. HA!!

Today wasn't a great day at work.
We've had firings. A massive outbreak of firings.

It seems that management has terminated quite a number of Overnight associates. Their reason is simple: It's just after inventory and we had "too many employees".

I also heard about two other firings; unfortunately, I knew these people.
One was an associate who worked in Electronics. It seems Dominic was fired because one of the managers found broken glass on shelving in his area and fired him for it. Helluva reason to get canned, I tell you.

Susie Q was the other. She was a cashier, but transferred to our Tire and Lube area. She was supposedly let go for backing a car out of the garage area and hitting a lightpole. The car was undamaged, so she didn't file an accident report. And management termed her for it. The problem is, this doesn't sound like her at all; she's a "safety first" type. I wish like hell I could get her side of the story, but I don't know if that will ever happen.

All this comes on the heels of one of our "Associate Involvement" meetings. These are meetings that the store manager has held to try and get associates involved in reducing the amount of turnover and improving store morale. I can tell you one thing: horseshit like this does nothing for employee morale. In fact, after a while, we just stop giving a shit.

And I quit giving a shit a very long ago.

Pic from GraphJam.

Sweat Builds Character, Calvin.

I'm hot, I'm sweaty and I'm in a bad mood.

I've worked 6 days straight, my two days off are split (I have to go in at 11 tomorrow morning so there's no real chance of me feeling rested), the bullshit dealing with the car has my nerves frayed, and it's so damned hot that Prime and I are sniping at each other.

I often wonder just how in the hell I stay sane between BotCons. Honestly, if it weren't for the convention I would have lost what little remains of my sanity.

And right now, there ain't a whole helluva lot of sanity left. We're hitting the reserve tanks as of this moment

"The month can only get better," is what I keep telling myself.
I pray I'm right.

Urge To Kill..... RISING!

Our new car (I call him Scamper) is now at the Saturn dealership. He wouldn't start last night and we think that the ignition switch might be locked up and/or gone.

I'm stressed (this whole week has been an utter shitpile) irritated and ready to blow a gasket.
And I miss my car.

--Weasel, thinking of joining the Prozac nation

"Close the Iris."

Don S. Davis has passed away at the age of 65.

It's all I can do not to cry right now.
So long, Hammond of Texas. We'll miss you.

My Nerves Just Can't Handle This Bullshit Anymore...

Just had a helluva downpour here. The wall seems fine but my nerves are damn near gone. As Prime put it, "This is a helluva thing to have to worry about."

I swear to God, just when I think life can't get anymore fucked up....


Pic from FAIL blog, depressive mood by the Weasel.

Oh Good Lord....

I'm watching the Weather Channel right now (it's the only channel that consistently doesn't suck) and what's our friggin' forecast? Fucking rain.

Yeah, there's some shit we don't need. Like we haven't had enough damn flooding around here!

I'm About to Fall Over Laughing Here....

Seriously this is funny shit, no pun intended.

San Francisco may name sewage treatment plant after Bush

Somehow, this fits his legacy. Perfectly.

Happy B-day, Little Blog!

It's been what, three years now? Doesn't seem all that long ago. But I digress.

With that out of the way, let's get to it shall we?

For the first time since it was built, I hit our local Steve & Barry's yesterday. This place may give Hot Topic a run for its money. Nice selection of shirts at very good prices; yeah, I could go crazy in a place like that, especially with the amount of Transformer shirts they have. Already bought a 2007 movie Autobots group shot tee. And don't get me started on the Camaro shirts. (Prime keeps saying "No" but it ain't sinkin' in too well. Sorry, big guy.)

It's been pretty quiet here for the past few days. Prime and I both have some time off this week; we were hoping to go to Wizard World Chicago but that didn't exactly materialize. But I'm not going to complain too much. I've been needing time away from work like you wouldn't believe.

Trust me, I've been enjoying the sleeping late and doing absolutely nothing. It's great.

--Weasel, "Though I really should do more for my blog. It's been three years and I still have the same template?! Sad."

All Quiet on the Home Front

"If only life were as simple as Evangelion."- as seen on a bumper sticker

Prime's mother believes the leak in our roof isn't from the roof per se; she thinks it's from the vent from our bathroom. Her belief is that it was raining hard enough to drive the water into the bathroom fan chimney, which could have a small leak somewhere and it dripped into our stairwell. Great. That means we're gonna have to have that bullshit looked at.

I hope it doesn't rain for the next three months.
We sure as hell don't need anymore right now.

Thanks for the Memories

Stan Winston died Monday.
He was responsible for scaring (and scarring!) the hell out of me when I was a teenager; I was 18 in 1993 when Jurassic Park was released. Those damned raptors seemed so real.... I had nightmares for months. Good times, I tell you.

Thanks, Mr. Winston. Your work was brilliant. You will be missed.

A Positive Sign, Perhaps?

Yesterday had to rank as one of the absolutely worst days I've had thus far this month. It just don't get any worse than this!

Managed to wake up with a headache that turned into a full-blown kick your ass migraine. I was popping two Tylenol every two hours to try and keep it under control. All that Tylenol didn't really do much good. And considering the amount of stupid I had to put up with, I'm really amazed that I didn't have a fucking stroke.

I got stuck on the cig lane, which I hate and had a woman who said she had purchased a 32" TV and a DVD/VCR combo. Supposedly, an associate from Electronics brought them up to the cig lane. So I checked. Couldn't find them. Looked at the Service Desk. Couldn't find them. I was getting pissed.... fast.

Then, we found them. They had been shoved behind the tobacco bullpen. Basically, the associate from Electronics had, for all intents and purposes, shoved them in a fucking blind spot.

This television was worth about $800. The DVD/VCR combo was about $75. Both of these items, left in a fucking blind spot without any supervision. Think about it: If a customer had decided "Hey, what the hell. I'll steal this shit!" they very well could have and no one would have been the fucking wiser! My migraine went from a 7 to a 12 on the Richter scale in about four seconds. I was not a happy Weasel. Add to this that my first break and lunch weren't just a little late, they were late by easily 45 minutes each and I was about ready to choke someone.

When I was finally done for the day, I did a little shopping to try and clear my pounding head. So as began I wandering the store with my cart, I took a quick detour through the Infants department.
I did a double take at what I saw.

We had some new bedding items, namely a throw and an "all in one" type toddler bedding set. Normally, I wouldn't really care. But yesterday I noticed the smiling face of Animated Bumblebee.
We have Animated bedding. And they feature Optimus Prime and Bumblebee.

.....what was that about a migraine? Or a shitty day?

--Weasel, "I tell ya, the little so-and-so is either a huge jinx or my guardian angel. I'm still not sure which one he is!"

And We Just Keep Piling on the Bullshit

I've got a Disturbed song stuck in my head right now; it's the only thing that isn't driving me crazy.

This morning before going to work, we found a lovely little "present" under one of our car's windshield wipers--it was a fucking parking ticket for parking on the street from 2-5 am, which, so far as I know, is only something to worry about during the winter months, or maybe some retarded special event that we didn't know about. Ours wasn't the only vehicle that got one, Prime found, but it pissed us off something fierce. Prime wants to contest it. Me, I want to pay the goddamned thing, but in fucking pennies or something. You know, just to be a royal dick.

But wait! The day gets even fucking BETTER!

Prime got our mortgage bill in the mail. Sent along with, yet in separate envelopes (frickin' USPS can deliver these simultaneously, but the five CDs we Amazon'd all at once with Pepsi Stuff points shipped all on one day but arrived three on Monday and two on Thursday?) were a couple of idiot letters. Basically, one letter said "Since you've been late with your past payments and haven't paid the full amount, we're not going to accept partial payments from you." The other was a DUR HUR HUR WHATS A DUE DATE FAQ. There's a couple of fucking problems though--

A) We have not been late with any of our fucking payments,
and
B) we've paid the goddamned payments IN FUCKING FULL! WTF?!

Maybe a C), too. The pukes holding our mortgage sure like to waste postage. And paper.

Seriously, enough with the bullshit this month. I'm about ready to start tearing my hair out.... before I dye it black and go totally fucking emo. Black plastic butter knives and everything.

--Weasel, "I'm about three seconds away from using the PUNCH OF KILL EVERYTHING... on everything!"


Dunno where I got the pic, so I can't give proper cred. I really ought to start keeping track of that sort of thing, but I save so many dippy pics that 'strike my fancy', so to speak....

Maybe Things'll Change... Or Not

We actually had some sunshine today. I'm hoping that this is the beginning of a trend.

We need dry weather. And we need it now. I hate to think what will happen around here if we get any more rain.

The roof seems fine, for now. Our area is relatively dry. I still don't want to think about what may happen if we get any more bad weather. I don't think the ground can take any more of this.

--Weasel, "A few weeks of sunshine would be great; starting.... oh, about NOW!"

Happy Suck Day

Apparently, I jumped the gun a little bit. Our roof hasn't really been fixed; that goddamned leak came back today. How do I know? We've had quite a bit of rain in the past few hours and I've had to drain the fucking water from the goddamned stairwell wall. Even worse, some of the water managed to leak into our basement.

I'm pissed, to say the least. But it gets better.

We're not going to make it to Wizard World Chicago due to lack of funds.

I want to cry. I literally want to curl up in bed, grab my Slumblebee and just start bawling for all the good it would do. Too much more of this shit and I swear to Primus I'll go emo. Where's my goddamned medicaion?!

Oh here we go....

--Weasel, "I'm not kidding either. Dye my hair black, the whole nine yards."

Unsure where exactly I got this pic. If I remember, I'll leave proper credit. I just felt it fit.

Thank Primus I was a Child of the 1980s

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