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So having done a bit of reading on the Wiki, I decided to go get a GameCube and an old copy of Pokemon Coliseum.
I first went down the street to that used gamestore. I didn't see a GameCube, so I inquired. Apparently they had one, they just got it, they hadn't tested it yet...As I waited for them to do so, some dumb black guy (might have been Haitian) was arguing with the cashier about the trade-in value of his phone. The store was selling it for more than the trade-in value, which was less than he had bought it for. The margin was $100 on a $300 device. He thought this was unfair.
So the GameCube was found to be functional, albeit covered in superficial shelf dust. The fans were clear, though. $20. Can't argue with that. I opened my bookbag and pulled out a linen reuseable shopping bag and handed it to the girl gamer clerk.
"Is this a gift...? ...Or do you want me to put the thing you just bought in there?"
I stared at her for about ten seconds, trying to think of a witty retort. I failed. "Put the thing I just bought in there." She did. "I was trying to think of a witty retort. I failed." She smiled daftly.
I went to a different Gamestop than the day before, south of Harvard Avenue, in that Jewish shopping district I try to avoid. I get tired of hearing Israel this and MADE IN ISRAEL that and stupid dinky super-Jewish stuff and disgustingly overpriced vanity stuff, like walking past this big store selling more shampoo than I could probably use in a lifetime.
Again with the annoying advertisements, with the stupid buzzwords. "Hybrid of *tower defense* and *real-time strategy*! *Melt faces* against waves of *the undead*" (female voice pronounced "undead" with a long 'a') "*Immersive*, yet inside the brain of..." etc.
The other customers were this fat Jewish kid and his mom. Probably about 20, had a good 50 pounds on me. Disgusting creature. "So you wanted that, and that, and that - are you good on accessories? Do you need strategy guides?" The kid sighed. "Yeah, I'm good." "Oh and you wanted - a bandanna!"
I looked up. Bandanna? Like, literally, the thing you put on your head, or is that the trademark for some new tech device? If it's the former, are people seriously nerding so hard they wear bandannas to play video games?
The horror exceeded my imagination. The clerk smiled and easily produced a bandanna from behind the counter. I averted my eyes as the kid picked it up and put it on, to his mother's delight. "Oh dear, you look just like on that trip to Israel!" One of the things I most despise about Zionism is the profound arrogance and evil of oppressing these people just to turn their country into a sort of theme park.
After a good fifteen minutes of amassing a huge pile of stupid new products and other crap, the woman apologized for the clerk for making him work so hard. "Hey, if this is the hardest I have to work today, it's cool!"
I think that kid and his mom are gross, but I freely admit I'm also jealous. My mom was never generous. In fact, when I was a kid, she made a point of telling me I could only have one scoop of low-fat icecream. No more. Diet etc was not the issue, she's just a killjoy. I'm used to scrounging for everything because I've always had to. It's particularly ironic because my mother (who as I've said was born to a Catholic Puerto Rican family) constantly tries to put on Jewish affectations and talk like a Jewish mother, because, I've come to realize, as a child she was jealous of those families, but she doesn't have the passion and devotion that a real Jewish mother would have. She talks about lifting up cars if her children were in danger (no, seriously) but on a day-to-day basis she's nothing but negative and spiteful and works to destroy and undermine all that is important to me (no exaggeration either). She wouldn't buy me toys or icecream - that I could live with - but what I am still angry about is how my parents have always set me up for failure - and they're fine with this.
Anyway, I had checked online prior to coming. Coliseum was in stock, as it supposedly was at every location within 250 miles. I hadn't seen any GameCube games on the shelves; I had been skeptical, assuming it was just to get people in the store...suspicions confirmed...asked him where I could get it...he said downtown, where I'd been the other day, asked him to check and make sure they had it.
He asked my name, and told the guy on the other end to do a hold on the SKU. The phone call took all of fifteen seconds, a remarkable bit of technocratic efficiency. The first ten seconds of the call were him telling the guy on the other end to "be sure to yell at Kate for me...oh, she's out drunk already? Go figure." I couldn't quite read the intent.
On the way there, I sat on the bus next to this girl. She did that annoying thing some women do of dropping one of her purse strings onto my lap to try to get my attention. I swatted it away; she, not expecting this reaction, hastily pulled it back.
Anyway, so I went down there and picked up the game. Easy enough, $12.
On the way back, I was on the bus next to this girl. Brown hair, simple clothing, no perfume, but she had a strong white girl smell (it was drizzling). She seemed to be peeking at me occasionally and picking at the rear of her pants. What did I have to lose? Tapped her gently on the shoulder. "Do you have dinner plans tonight?" I asked. She was very surprised. A pause. "Yes..." "Alrighty." She didn't seem offended or upset so much as just totally caught off-guard. Maybe she took my intent as more overtly sexual than I intended. I became fully engrossed in my book again. I don't do pickup lines, and I bet she'll regret her answer more than I will.
I stopped at a Goodwill. Examining the store, I saw that a Jewish person had recently died. You can always tell when someone has died because all the donated items share common themes. I bought a nice picture frame for my use, for $2. There was a WoW 60-day Gamecard box on the shelf. I inquired to the clerk, he sold it to me as a CD, $2.
There were also some ink cartridges for sale - I have a color laser, but my inkjet multifuction is out of ink, and the copy function is convenient, and sometimes inkjets get better results than a laser. I wasn't sure if the cartridge was the correct one for my printer, so I simply went to the used hardware aisle, and sure enough, someone had donated the same printer I use. I opened the front and examined the cartridges inside - about the same size and shape but not the same model. Good catch.
I returned home and cleaned everything up. Apparently, the box containing the gamecard had already been raided; I should have checked before leaving the store, but given the potential 95% savings off what I'd otherwise spend, I felt that the gamble had been worthwhile even if it didn't pay off.
I noticed that the four-disc TBC set features a male squidgoat, a male blood elf, a female squidgoat, and a female blood elf, in that order. It's significant because feminists have tried (very successfully) to put female before male in all listings and selections, under the pretense of that alphabetization is more logical than male bias, but in truth their goal is simply to marginalize men in every way possible.
I firmly believe that TBC, like Starcraft 1, was a better game than its successors because the game was designed by overwhelmingly male gamer types, for gamer types, and not politicos trying to chase after stupid women - you can see their hands clearly on stuff like the Gamestop spiel consisting of either an over-affected female voice, or the female voice and a male voice speaking alternately, and in the character casting for Starcraft 2, or the "emo Jaina with tramp stamp". Men, who are better at what counts, will create a male-centric world, but unfortunately that's just reality. This is also why I have strong misgivings about GW2 - the heavy feminist influence in that game.
I know some of you are annoyed by my self indulgent ranting. I don't care, I like writing.
I also realize what I described is incredibly petty and marginal. I realize that and it can't be helped. I wish it could. =/ And yes that does make me very depressed.
EDIT: And please don't miss the question I asked in my previous post for the TLDR =D
Aestu of Bleeding Hollow... Nihilism is a copout.
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