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So, my original plan was just to summarize the shocking and amazing discoveries that [livejournal.com profile] second_batgirl made while watching Dekaranger (and then Carranger) drunk, but the chatlogs are kind of a thing of glory so I might as well share the whole thing.

Just as a heads up: This is A LOT. Like, 60+ pages a lot. And it starts out clear enough but eventually devolves into ALL CAPS ALL THE TIME and less that perfect spelling. (I feel like that is part of its charm though.)

Surely this will not make me look foolish in the least )

So! Who wants to join us next time?

(Also, TSB wanted me to include our tweets to Arrow, but there is already so much text and I have the Gokai raw waiting for me.)
revieloutionne: (behold corn)
So, my original plan was just to summarize the shocking and amazing discoveries that [livejournal.com profile] second_batgirl made while watching Dekaranger (and then Carranger) drunk, but the chatlogs are kind of a thing of glory so I might as well share the whole thing.

Just as a heads up: This is A LOT. Like, 60+ pages a lot. And it starts out clear enough but eventually devolves into ALL CAPS ALL THE TIME and less that perfect spelling. (I feel like that is part of its charm though.)

Surely this will not make me look foolish in the least )

So! Who wants to join us next time?

(Also, TSB wanted me to include our tweets to Arrow, but there is already so much text and I have the Gokai raw waiting for me.)
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So, when I'm not mainlining Japanese kids' superhero shows, my media intake tends to be queer cinema, because it tends either to be awesome, or to be awesomely bad. (And even when it's just mediocre, the pandering tends to be towards those who like their eye candy male, so there's at least that.)

Those of you who follow my twitter feed will already know, though, that I just encountered the most miserable piece of shit to ever call itself a movie. I have suffered the Star Wars Holiday Special. This was ORDERS OF MAGNITUDE WORSE.

I really don't even know if I can put the horror into words. Although, those of you who follow my twitter feed saw my attempts throughout. While there are some understandable descriptions of some of the ways in which this film is awful there, it's by NO means comprehensive. Merely scratching the surface.

The worst part is... you know what, scratch what I was going to say. The worst part is ALL OF IT. (Except the one actor, who was at some point in post-production, someone tried to make changes to make us think the movie was about him. It only made things worse, because then the movie WASN'T, but they'd gone out of their way to make sure we were wondering "what if?")

I don't even know, y'all.

(Someday, I hope to inflict this on a mass of people so that I'm not the only person I know who has suffered it. So no, you're not getting the name of it. Nyah.)
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So, when I'm not mainlining Japanese kids' superhero shows, my media intake tends to be queer cinema, because it tends either to be awesome, or to be awesomely bad. (And even when it's just mediocre, the pandering tends to be towards those who like their eye candy male, so there's at least that.)

Those of you who follow my twitter feed will already know, though, that I just encountered the most miserable piece of shit to ever call itself a movie. I have suffered the Star Wars Holiday Special. This was ORDERS OF MAGNITUDE WORSE.

I really don't even know if I can put the horror into words. Although, those of you who follow my twitter feed saw my attempts throughout. While there are some understandable descriptions of some of the ways in which this film is awful there, it's by NO means comprehensive. Merely scratching the surface.

The worst part is... you know what, scratch what I was going to say. The worst part is ALL OF IT. (Except the one actor, who was at some point in post-production, someone tried to make changes to make us think the movie was about him. It only made things worse, because then the movie WASN'T, but they'd gone out of their way to make sure we were wondering "what if?")

I don't even know, y'all.

(Someday, I hope to inflict this on a mass of people so that I'm not the only person I know who has suffered it. So no, you're not getting the name of it. Nyah.)
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I finally got back to importing entries from when I was on Blogger to this LJ, in part so they'll get archived offline with the rest of my LJ posts (ljArchive is a nice little tool), but largely so that all my online journaling will be in one place. (Once I finish with Blogger, I'll move on to the Xanga I had.)

OH MY GOD DOING THIS SUCKS. I have to open up each Blogger post-in-edit-mode in it's own tab in order to copypaste it over (because I'm not going in and hand-inserting italics tags and so on if I copypasted from the blog itself), but also have the blog open since the edit windows don't show the date of the post anywhere obvious, nor the time, and I need to properly backdate these things.

Plus, I have to do a month of posts at once or else I'll never remember where I left off, which means doing this SO MANY TIMES IN A ROW. I posted at an incredible rate back then compared to what I do now, and so much of it was UNIMPORTANT SHIT. There's a reason I have a "why I regret importing everything" tag, and it's only going to see more use as I go on. At least the frequency with which I have to use the "gratuitous Japanese" tag is going down already, and I'm only five months into a good few years worth of posts. (Thankfully, I do have a dead spell in early college, and I don't get back up to my ridiculous posting frequency until after I already was on LJ. Less thankfully, that ridiculous posting frequency continues past where I've imported to for some time.)

Did I mention I started this importing old posts project in 2008? Yeah. Still going to finish... someday. At least the "read through everything in one go" project that will follow will be significantly easier.

(Mostly I'm just making this post so everyone will go to my archives and lol over how ridiculous I was in 2001. Because oh god, was I.)
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I finally got back to importing entries from when I was on Blogger to this LJ, in part so they'll get archived offline with the rest of my LJ posts (ljArchive is a nice little tool), but largely so that all my online journaling will be in one place. (Once I finish with Blogger, I'll move on to the Xanga I had.)

OH MY GOD DOING THIS SUCKS. I have to open up each Blogger post-in-edit-mode in it's own tab in order to copypaste it over (because I'm not going in and hand-inserting italics tags and so on if I copypasted from the blog itself), but also have the blog open since the edit windows don't show the date of the post anywhere obvious, nor the time, and I need to properly backdate these things.

Plus, I have to do a month of posts at once or else I'll never remember where I left off, which means doing this SO MANY TIMES IN A ROW. I posted at an incredible rate back then compared to what I do now, and so much of it was UNIMPORTANT SHIT. There's a reason I have a "why I regret importing everything" tag, and it's only going to see more use as I go on. At least the frequency with which I have to use the "gratuitous Japanese" tag is going down already, and I'm only five months into a good few years worth of posts. (Thankfully, I do have a dead spell in early college, and I don't get back up to my ridiculous posting frequency until after I already was on LJ. Less thankfully, that ridiculous posting frequency continues past where I've imported to for some time.)

Did I mention I started this importing old posts project in 2008? Yeah. Still going to finish... someday. At least the "read through everything in one go" project that will follow will be significantly easier.

(Mostly I'm just making this post so everyone will go to my archives and lol over how ridiculous I was in 2001. Because oh god, was I.)
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Actually, it's more that even though Facebook tries to force the fact that I've written a note at people who've friended me, more people actually read them in LJ before they get RSS'd over to Facebook.

Rules:
Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you. Tag. Tag, tag, tag. Jesus fuck, do these rules like the word tag.

1. I was a part of the French exchange program my school system did, when I was in fifth grade. My family hosted a kid for three weeks, and then I was hosted by his family for three weeks. The only French I have retained is about 3/4 of the first verse of "Le Marseillaise."

2. If it weren't for the fact that I so very need to live a life of my own, I would be happy to be a butler.

3. While I'm attracted only to guys, I have fallen in love with a girl precisely twice in my life so far. I wasn't aware either time, which is why it took me so long to understand why the natural post-school drift hurt so much more in those two cases.

4. I'm a little bit genderqueer, but since the way I see myself as not fully presenting as masculine depends largely on an individual interpretation of masculinity not shared by most other people, I'm not bothered when I'm read as not presenting as anything but masculine.

5. I have a story I've been waiting to write since the fourth grade. At this point, none of the details are the same, even though it is the exact same story it was back then. My intent is for it to be the last story I ever set to paper, because it's the one I feel requires the most skill in writing.

6. I unintentionally split myself into four characters when writing for my creative writing course two falls ago. Two are gay males, one is a straight male, one is a straight female. This seems about right to me, though it will certainly be wrong eventually.

7. I couldn't live without activism. This is particularly painful right now.

8. I had to teach myself to socialize. I know the invisible scripts better, because I had to learn to see them before I could ever follow them, so I can frequently see how these scripts are and aren't being followed by others. This is why I'm good for advice, and this is why I spiral into overanalysis in my own life.

9. Everything is beautiful. This is my core belief. I love everything and I love everyone, because I would not be who I am, where I am, if everything that ever is and was had not been exactly as it has been. I believe that anyone who acts to remove beauty from the world is of the utmost reprehensibility, but they are just as crucial a part of the tapestry of my life as anyone else, and I love them for that.

10. I am firmly pro-choice, but even more than that, I believe that the argument is long since moot. Abortion is a part of our culture, and it always will be. If we outlaw abortion, then those committed to getting them have to move to back-alley ways of doing it - possibly quite literally. If it's going to happen (and it's going to happen) I'd much prefer it happen in a legally-monitored setting that is required to be as safe as possible for the mother.

11. I do not believe in any god or higher being. I do not believe in an afterlife. I do not believe there is anything justifying our existence on this world other than our existence on this world. Things can be just because and still be beautiful.

12. I will never regret dying too soon. There is much more to do in my life, yes. But there is so much already done.

13. I have been living on the border of an eating disorder for a very long time. I am extremely worried about what moving back with my mother is going to do to this.

14. I have had one real relationship in my life. I wish I had had none.

15. I am neither a cat person nor a dog person. Deal with it.

16. I hate how when people find out I'm ex-Roman Catholic, they always assume it was about the gay.

17. I believe there is something worthwhile in Tarot. Whatever may or may not be influencing the placement of the cards, approached properly, the process allows reflection on one's life in a manner most people usually don't.

18. There is no such thing as the supernatural. If it happens, it is natural.

19. I don't miss as many people from Oxford as I thought I would.

20. I miss exactly as many people from high school as I thought I would.

21. There are a lot of people I graduated high school with who most certainly thought I was still quite lacking social skills by graduation. Most of those people are people who found me annoying, but never had the balls to say anything directly to me. If I just so happened to never pick up on their nonverbal cues, and so spent more time around them then they might have liked, well, I could hardly be blamed for that, now could I? :D

22. I still remember where the Memorial to the One Funny Joke I made during middle school is. (It's only a sewer grate, by the way.)

23. Everything comes back to stories. When you can make stories work, you can understand anything. To live is to make stories. A life than cannot be told is wasted.

24. I mourn the slowly mounting illness of the newspaper. At the same time, I feel that if it continues to be exactly what it is, it deserves its fate.

25. I sleep naked whenever possible.
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Actually, it's more that even though Facebook tries to force the fact that I've written a note at people who've friended me, more people actually read them in LJ before they get RSS'd over to Facebook.

Rules:
Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you. Tag. Tag, tag, tag. Jesus fuck, do these rules like the word tag.

1. I was a part of the French exchange program my school system did, when I was in fifth grade. My family hosted a kid for three weeks, and then I was hosted by his family for three weeks. The only French I have retained is about 3/4 of the first verse of "Le Marseillaise."

2. If it weren't for the fact that I so very need to live a life of my own, I would be happy to be a butler.

3. While I'm attracted only to guys, I have fallen in love with a girl precisely twice in my life so far. I wasn't aware either time, which is why it took me so long to understand why the natural post-school drift hurt so much more in those two cases.

4. I'm a little bit genderqueer, but since the way I see myself as not fully presenting as masculine depends largely on an individual interpretation of masculinity not shared by most other people, I'm not bothered when I'm read as not presenting as anything but masculine.

5. I have a story I've been waiting to write since the fourth grade. At this point, none of the details are the same, even though it is the exact same story it was back then. My intent is for it to be the last story I ever set to paper, because it's the one I feel requires the most skill in writing.

6. I unintentionally split myself into four characters when writing for my creative writing course two falls ago. Two are gay males, one is a straight male, one is a straight female. This seems about right to me, though it will certainly be wrong eventually.

7. I couldn't live without activism. This is particularly painful right now.

8. I had to teach myself to socialize. I know the invisible scripts better, because I had to learn to see them before I could ever follow them, so I can frequently see how these scripts are and aren't being followed by others. This is why I'm good for advice, and this is why I spiral into overanalysis in my own life.

9. Everything is beautiful. This is my core belief. I love everything and I love everyone, because I would not be who I am, where I am, if everything that ever is and was had not been exactly as it has been. I believe that anyone who acts to remove beauty from the world is of the utmost reprehensibility, but they are just as crucial a part of the tapestry of my life as anyone else, and I love them for that.

10. I am firmly pro-choice, but even more than that, I believe that the argument is long since moot. Abortion is a part of our culture, and it always will be. If we outlaw abortion, then those committed to getting them have to move to back-alley ways of doing it - possibly quite literally. If it's going to happen (and it's going to happen) I'd much prefer it happen in a legally-monitored setting that is required to be as safe as possible for the mother.

11. I do not believe in any god or higher being. I do not believe in an afterlife. I do not believe there is anything justifying our existence on this world other than our existence on this world. Things can be just because and still be beautiful.

12. I will never regret dying too soon. There is much more to do in my life, yes. But there is so much already done.

13. I have been living on the border of an eating disorder for a very long time. I am extremely worried about what moving back with my mother is going to do to this.

14. I have had one real relationship in my life. I wish I had had none.

15. I am neither a cat person nor a dog person. Deal with it.

16. I hate how when people find out I'm ex-Roman Catholic, they always assume it was about the gay.

17. I believe there is something worthwhile in Tarot. Whatever may or may not be influencing the placement of the cards, approached properly, the process allows reflection on one's life in a manner most people usually don't.

18. There is no such thing as the supernatural. If it happens, it is natural.

19. I don't miss as many people from Oxford as I thought I would.

20. I miss exactly as many people from high school as I thought I would.

21. There are a lot of people I graduated high school with who most certainly thought I was still quite lacking social skills by graduation. Most of those people are people who found me annoying, but never had the balls to say anything directly to me. If I just so happened to never pick up on their nonverbal cues, and so spent more time around them then they might have liked, well, I could hardly be blamed for that, now could I? :D

22. I still remember where the Memorial to the One Funny Joke I made during middle school is. (It's only a sewer grate, by the way.)

23. Everything comes back to stories. When you can make stories work, you can understand anything. To live is to make stories. A life than cannot be told is wasted.

24. I mourn the slowly mounting illness of the newspaper. At the same time, I feel that if it continues to be exactly what it is, it deserves its fate.

25. I sleep naked whenever possible.
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I have only just solidified in my head something about myself that has bothered me for some time. It's always been true,but it took until somewhere in the middle- or high-school period for it to actually start bothering be, because before that, I really didn't care enough about socializing to be bothered if it wasn't happening right.

But, eventually, I started being bothered, and the main part was that I really hadn't any idea what was wrong with me, and I couldn't fix it. I'm sure people who have met me since my junior year in high school would say that really, it can't be that bad,but that's because it's not that hard to fake it well enough to pass. People are too busy paying attention to other things (frequently, making sure they don't fuck up conversation) to notice if you're doing the same-only-more.

There was a post I found through [livejournal.com profile] metaquotes recently that included bits about, among other things, how people who taught themselves social skills later in life because they didn't naturally pick them up like most people do when they're young are generally better at reading people and noticing little things that started my brain poking about itself, and then today [livejournal.com profile] ishyface had a (flocked) post about that voice that turns something completely mundane into an epic problem, and while the specific voice there isn't the same one I have, the idea is the same.

And before I (finally) get into exactly what the problem is, I am going to point out that there were some RL happenings with a couple of you on this list that are what finally allowed be to get the shape of things. Without those events happening just before Ish's post, I'd have read and had yet another "no, that's not quite it" moments.

See, I absolutely fail at dealing with the Unknown. I mean, there are things that I'm cool with not knowing, and of course things I'd like never to know, but then I absolutely fail at asking anything of strangers, and I never quite knew why, because I'll tell anything to someone I've just met, but if I need to, say, telephone someone about student loans, things get really weird. And I use that example specifically, because I know it's their job to answer things for me and be helpful. Doesn't matter. I'm asking someone I don't know to provide money and on top of that, I don't know how the process works.

That's a big one, not knowing what to do. I think that's the unknown I loathe the most. If there's something I need to do, but I don't know specifically how to do it? I freeze up, and will let things stagnate rather than get shit done that I need to do. One of the few nice things about having had to come back to Sandusky is that I do happen to fear my mother even more than unknown processes. Which... also not healthy, but that's one of those things I'm quite happy not knowing the whys and wherefores of.

It's funny, though, that I work so well in service based jobs, where so much hinges on customers who are, as a lot, largely unpredictable. Sure, you can classify them into certain groups, but there's really no way to tell which group a customer will be in until you interact with them, and man is the food service industry especially full of questions. But. There's a process, and no matter what customer type you get, there are patterns. More importantly, if the process breaks down, these aren't people whose opinion of me matters. It's business, as much as good customer service relies on pretending otherwise, not social time. I don't know why I'm able to properly approach this one aspect of the world and not any others, but whatever.

But I'm not entirely immune at work. Because when the unknown process is something completely social like, say, "what do I do when the cute guy at work is totally gay for me back but also not saying anything?"... ASFG;LJKFHGQA;OIG.

Because I know that things aren't at a point where he should have said anything, necessarily. He saw me when I interviewed (twice) last week, and my first two shifts were spent getting corporate training-video'd to death and back, and it was really only my (cut way short because things were way dead from snow and my trainer got moved to kitchen) shift today where we were even in the same place enough to talk, and naturally it takes more time than that to make sure there's personality to back up the attractive. Which is exactly what I'm doing myself, which just makes my hyperaware of how stupid it is for me to even worry about this, but my brain doesn't care. IT'S A SOCIAL UNKNOWN, it says, THEREFORE I FLAIL. THIS IS THE WAY OF THE WORLD.

And I can't really argue as much as I'd like, because it has been. For twenty-two years. I can't just turn that off.
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I have only just solidified in my head something about myself that has bothered me for some time. It's always been true,but it took until somewhere in the middle- or high-school period for it to actually start bothering be, because before that, I really didn't care enough about socializing to be bothered if it wasn't happening right.

But, eventually, I started being bothered, and the main part was that I really hadn't any idea what was wrong with me, and I couldn't fix it. I'm sure people who have met me since my junior year in high school would say that really, it can't be that bad,but that's because it's not that hard to fake it well enough to pass. People are too busy paying attention to other things (frequently, making sure they don't fuck up conversation) to notice if you're doing the same-only-more.

There was a post I found through [livejournal.com profile] metaquotes recently that included bits about, among other things, how people who taught themselves social skills later in life because they didn't naturally pick them up like most people do when they're young are generally better at reading people and noticing little things that started my brain poking about itself, and then today [livejournal.com profile] ishyface had a (flocked) post about that voice that turns something completely mundane into an epic problem, and while the specific voice there isn't the same one I have, the idea is the same.

And before I (finally) get into exactly what the problem is, I am going to point out that there were some RL happenings with a couple of you on this list that are what finally allowed be to get the shape of things. Without those events happening just before Ish's post, I'd have read and had yet another "no, that's not quite it" moments.

See, I absolutely fail at dealing with the Unknown. I mean, there are things that I'm cool with not knowing, and of course things I'd like never to know, but then I absolutely fail at asking anything of strangers, and I never quite knew why, because I'll tell anything to someone I've just met, but if I need to, say, telephone someone about student loans, things get really weird. And I use that example specifically, because I know it's their job to answer things for me and be helpful. Doesn't matter. I'm asking someone I don't know to provide money and on top of that, I don't know how the process works.

That's a big one, not knowing what to do. I think that's the unknown I loathe the most. If there's something I need to do, but I don't know specifically how to do it? I freeze up, and will let things stagnate rather than get shit done that I need to do. One of the few nice things about having had to come back to Sandusky is that I do happen to fear my mother even more than unknown processes. Which... also not healthy, but that's one of those things I'm quite happy not knowing the whys and wherefores of.

It's funny, though, that I work so well in service based jobs, where so much hinges on customers who are, as a lot, largely unpredictable. Sure, you can classify them into certain groups, but there's really no way to tell which group a customer will be in until you interact with them, and man is the food service industry especially full of questions. But. There's a process, and no matter what customer type you get, there are patterns. More importantly, if the process breaks down, these aren't people whose opinion of me matters. It's business, as much as good customer service relies on pretending otherwise, not social time. I don't know why I'm able to properly approach this one aspect of the world and not any others, but whatever.

But I'm not entirely immune at work. Because when the unknown process is something completely social like, say, "what do I do when the cute guy at work is totally gay for me back but also not saying anything?"... ASFG;LJKFHGQA;OIG.

Because I know that things aren't at a point where he should have said anything, necessarily. He saw me when I interviewed (twice) last week, and my first two shifts were spent getting corporate training-video'd to death and back, and it was really only my (cut way short because things were way dead from snow and my trainer got moved to kitchen) shift today where we were even in the same place enough to talk, and naturally it takes more time than that to make sure there's personality to back up the attractive. Which is exactly what I'm doing myself, which just makes my hyperaware of how stupid it is for me to even worry about this, but my brain doesn't care. IT'S A SOCIAL UNKNOWN, it says, THEREFORE I FLAIL. THIS IS THE WAY OF THE WORLD.

And I can't really argue as much as I'd like, because it has been. For twenty-two years. I can't just turn that off.
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So, I have owned Running With Scissors since... sometime in middle school.

It wasn't until getting the Weird Al Show Theme stuck in my head at work this morning that I fully realized.... tater tot farm? (To be fair, that's the least absurd concept in the song, I think)
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So, I have owned Running With Scissors since... sometime in middle school.

It wasn't until getting the Weird Al Show Theme stuck in my head at work this morning that I fully realized.... tater tot farm? (To be fair, that's the least absurd concept in the song, I think)

Hee.

Jul. 26th, 2007 02:43 am
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Man, sometimes people can just be so stupidly adorable. There are people on the internet (adults, mind) who think that The Office (US) invented "That's what she said!"

Hee.

Jul. 26th, 2007 02:43 am
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Man, sometimes people can just be so stupidly adorable. There are people on the internet (adults, mind) who think that The Office (US) invented "That's what she said!"
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For a while, the man who came into the store, ordered his coffee, got told he wasn't in Starbucks, and then got ice cream was my favorite/most loathed customer who used the wrong door. Until today.

A woman walks in (is greeted with "Hi, welcome to Cold Stone!" just like everyone else), stands at the center of our store, looking at the menu. The following is not verbatim, but close enough:

Me: Have you been to a Cold Stone before?
Woman: Do you sell coffee beans here?
M: Er, no.
W: Oh, you just sell the pre-made drinks and... (trailing off, perhaps starting to make up her mind about what drink she wants already?)
M: Ma'am, the Starbucks through the other door does, indeed, sell coffee beans.
W: Oh! (laughs)
M: Yeah. We sell ice cream.

I mean, she's a total head case, but she didn't hold up the line or anything, so annoying and sucky though she may be, she's also rather funny. In retrospect.
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For a while, the man who came into the store, ordered his coffee, got told he wasn't in Starbucks, and then got ice cream was my favorite/most loathed customer who used the wrong door. Until today.

A woman walks in (is greeted with "Hi, welcome to Cold Stone!" just like everyone else), stands at the center of our store, looking at the menu. The following is not verbatim, but close enough:

Me: Have you been to a Cold Stone before?
Woman: Do you sell coffee beans here?
M: Er, no.
W: Oh, you just sell the pre-made drinks and... (trailing off, perhaps starting to make up her mind about what drink she wants already?)
M: Ma'am, the Starbucks through the other door does, indeed, sell coffee beans.
W: Oh! (laughs)
M: Yeah. We sell ice cream.

I mean, she's a total head case, but she didn't hold up the line or anything, so annoying and sucky though she may be, she's also rather funny. In retrospect.
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Dear sir who walked the entire length of our deliciously waffle-scented store, past the counter full of mix-ins, to stand in front of the ice creams, after being greeted with multiple "Hi, welcome to ColdStone!"s, in order to order your coffee:

The entrance to Starbucks is five feet to the left of the door you walked through. If you already have your order ready, you are obviouly familiar with Starbucks, and I would venture that you are familiar, then, with the smell of coffe products that permeates such establishments, which does not smell like waffles. Also, the decor of Starbucks shops, while not identical from store to store, is very much dictated by Starbucks corporate, and it does not lok at all like the interior of a Cold Stone. You see that guy who justopened the door, heard "Hi, welcome to Cold Stone!" and backed out before the doorwas even closed? He is a fucking genius compared to you.

Especially since, once were told that you were not in Starbucks (were you anyone else, that would have read "realized," not "were told"), you proceeded to order ice cream for you and your wife, who probably expected you to return with real coffee, not coffee-flavored ice cream.

No love,
-Tobi
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Dear sir who walked the entire length of our deliciously waffle-scented store, past the counter full of mix-ins, to stand in front of the ice creams, after being greeted with multiple "Hi, welcome to ColdStone!"s, in order to order your coffee:

The entrance to Starbucks is five feet to the left of the door you walked through. If you already have your order ready, you are obviouly familiar with Starbucks, and I would venture that you are familiar, then, with the smell of coffe products that permeates such establishments, which does not smell like waffles. Also, the decor of Starbucks shops, while not identical from store to store, is very much dictated by Starbucks corporate, and it does not lok at all like the interior of a Cold Stone. You see that guy who justopened the door, heard "Hi, welcome to Cold Stone!" and backed out before the doorwas even closed? He is a fucking genius compared to you.

Especially since, once were told that you were not in Starbucks (were you anyone else, that would have read "realized," not "were told"), you proceeded to order ice cream for you and your wife, who probably expected you to return with real coffee, not coffee-flavored ice cream.

No love,
-Tobi

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Dec. 24th, 2001 10:28 am
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