Last night, while waiting for MK, I went into a Gamestop and overhead the following conversation between a girl and her father…
girl: (in a desperate and panicky tone) “But dad, I NEED this game!”
father: (in an apathetic tone) “I’m not spending thirty dollars tonight.”
girl: “COME ON!!! Thirty dollars is nothing! You spend that much every-time you have whiskey! What’s that… three shots at the bar?!?!”
father: (now sounding indignant) “We are going…”
girl: “Where to? The bar?”
father: “Shut up.”
I was there, btw, to place a pre-order on Chaos Field (another Dreamcast shooter that’s being released for the GameCube). I know, I know… pre-ordering at Gamestops and EBs is a waste of time and money, and I hate supporting such a shoddy and at times underhanded retail entity, but I already know that such an under the radar game will be impossible to find amid all the big holiday releases, so I figured that I’d save myself the headache and just deal with the devil. It was supposed to come out next Tuesday, but the clerk informed me that it’s been pushed to November. And for whatever retarded reason, his computer wouldn’t allow me to make on. Fucking Gamestop… the one time where I actually want to pre-order, I can’t.
A few minutes later, on my way to meet MK at Forbidden Planet, a guy came up to me on the street trying to sell me his rap CD…
rapper: “You gotta check this joint out…”
me: “No thanks.”
rapper: “Don’t you like hip-hop?”
me: “No.”
rapper: “Come on man, you gotta check out tracks 3 & 6, I’m rapping with Busta!”
me: “You’re friends with Busta Rhymes? Whatever…”
rapper: “Fuck you bitch!”
Mind you, I didn’t say that last part directly at him, but under my breath. I had no idea he was still following me… but that’s my main problem. I never realize that the shit I say under my breath is still fairly audible. Plus, I always try my best to be a funny wise-ass, but 99% of the time it just comes out wrong.
Which reminds me of another conversation from earlier in the weekend at the clam ‘n jam. I was standing by the bonfire when Curly Joe comes up to me. Curly Joe is this surly character, who sorta looks like Bruce, but only bigger. He was with one of the bands and my first exchange with him happened at the grill as he was serving ribs and sausages. I had a bit too much lemon Italian ice and rum swishing around in my stomach and wanted some food to help calm things, and didn’t realize that he was cooking for the band only. But he gave me some kielbasa, along with the warning “Don’t tell anyone I gave you this, or you’re dead” Really nice guy.
Anyway, later as I was warming myself by the raging fire, Curly Joe comes up to me (keep in mind that this dude looks just like, and is built like, the strong man at a circus, with a huge bald head, mustache, a huge frame, about 6’5 tall, piercing eyes, and a booming voice) and says…
Curly Joe: “You. I want you to come to our table and have pork with us.”
me: “Gee, no thanks. But I appreciate the offer.”
Curly Joe: (sounding rather insulted) “Why?”
me: “I’ve just had so much to eat! I just don’t think I can handle anymore, but thanks again friend.”
Curly Joe: “Friend?! (now sounding totally pissed) I really don’t think you were being sincere when you said that! In fact, you’re just some snot-nosed trendy New Yorker with trendy $200 framed glasses who’s just too cool for school, huh? Huh? HUH?!?!”
At this point he’s screaming, and everyone’s watching us. While he just seemed like a guy having a fun time by fucking with me, you can never be certain, especially when someone’s drunk. Perhaps he really was mad. Maybe enough to throw me into the fire. Before continuing, he takes out his two front teeth which are a mouthpiece, then gets in my face to go…
Curly Joe: “WHAT OF IT?!?!?!”
me: “Umm… they’re actually $500 frames.”
With that, everyone either laughed or went “Holy shit!” Then Curly Joe grows and goes storming off. Again, nice guy! Seriously. And on a side note, Robin mentioned how on Sunday night, him and Jenny Gonzalez came across a homeless person asking for money, and Robin wondered what I would say in such a situation.
Anyhow, back to last night… MK & I ended up seeing the Corpse Bride, and from top to bottom, it was excellent.
As for today, Steve passed along info regarding this super hot shirt. And I of course, I’m getting it since, you know, I go all gay for Transformers…
Plus an import copy of P.N. 03 arrived in the mail today. The game was sent in by someone from the Insert Credit forums that wanted to get rid of it and decided to give it to me just because he thinks I’m a nice guy. What a fellow! Now that I have two import Dreamcast games (Mr Driller Drill Land being the first one), with others I’ve been eyeing on for a while now, I may as well break down and get my GameCube modded.
I’m at work right now (and am staying late because I came in late to have breakfast with MK), so hopefully when I get home, that weird book of medial maladies from the 50′s (or was it the 60′s) that Katie found and sent to me will be waiting.
