I may or may not have mentioned that I like Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare. Anyway, I like it like sugar. Tomorrow I’m mailing a copy back. Why, I pretend you ask? Oh, well lemme tell you. See, I enjoyed the multi player beta enough that I was willing to pay overnight shipping on the for troof game. This is against my religion, but I did it anyway. Long story slightly longer, last Tuesday saw me rip open my package little kid style to discover shiny golden…regular CoD4:MW. I ordered Collector’s. Thus I churned out an angry email and headed to the real life stores. First store (ebil Wally) didn’t have it at all, second didn’t have any non-pre-order but was willing to call around. They found me a store 40 minutes away that had one and would hold it, so off I drove. I get to said store to find they don’t know what the hell I’m talking about, who I am, or my daddy and what he does. Turns out the guy had called a DIFFERENT store 30 miniutes another direction. Woot. Well the store I’m at called me back out of the parking lot to say they’d sell me a pre-order that hadn’t been claimed yet, and assured me they would have more for that guy in the morning. I got all rosy cheeked and I’m pretty sure I felt some sort of emotion inside. I called the other store and explained what had gone down so the guy could sell the copy he was holding. All told I’ve spent too much gas (about an hour and a half driving), a stupid amount of potential play time, and a barrage of emails. But, I have some “I’m sorry” coupons and a refund on the way, and one of the most awesomest games. Evar. I could bitch about GameStop’s lame ass “3 more than we pre sold” stock policy, but enough other people already have. The employees were nice, at least. Since I’m a point whore I’m posting a banner for the Charlie Oscar Delta fan site. I should be playing, but you do what you have to do. Let’s do ‘dis.

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So anyway, today I didn’t have plans or immediate business  to take care of at lunch.  Idle hands.  Of course I explored.  It started out innocent, seeing where the other end of a road was. Turns out I already knew, I had just never made the connection.  I have now officially made said connection, and it is unfulfilling.  I’m some sort of compulsive collector, so since I was “close” I went to Burger King to get a Halo 3 bag (last time I just got a cup).  Anyway, I just got a regular bag again, and regular cup this time, leaving me still without accomplishment.  In fact, since fast food will kill you I’d say I was firmly in the hole, a hole no amount of generic cups will dig me out of.  Naturally I drove down another road.  I almost didn’t, since reading two lane ending signs was not enough to make me slow down.  After a quick jaunt into a mobile home community (I didn’t want to say trailer park in case you’re reading this from one), and picking my now empty fry container out of the floorboard, I was ready to rock and continue rolling.  Oh, I got a Halo 3 fry box, wee.  My generic bag had also retained one fry, but that’s not important right now.  Had I accepted this small accomplishment at face value I would not have spent the better part of an hour driving down a road to fuckin nowhere.  I really expected to see a “no outlet” sign or a Delorean, something other than trees and farms.  I needed to make my way right (I don’t know the cardinal direction, like you care) but this particular road was intent on curving left.  It reminded me of my wang actually.  Anyway I got back to the office with 4 minutes of lunch remaining – plenty of time to eat my Whopper Jr and one fry.  I also had time to clean my car, get a good start on my colossal Vault (gag) and realize I could have actually posted here.  Now you know where my free time goes.  It’s stupid shit like driving around town, in this case the sticks, or debating what unhealthy thing I want to eat.  Sometimes I stare at the wall.

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