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WRITER. ARTIST. THINKER. INVOLUNTARY RECLUSE. I work under my own name, Marque Terrynamahr Strickland, or my pen name, Wrinklegus PoisonTongue. I absolutely ADORE artistically brilliant people. I surround myself with them, as it is with them that I feel most comfortable. I owe everything to artistic people, for without you, I would be nothing. Be you a writer, painter, actor, musician, architect, or whatever, I thrive upon your efforts. You are the air I breath. My solace. My stronghold. My safety net. My sanity. My reason for living. I love you all. Childish. Creative. High maintenance. Sensitive. Insensitive. Insecure. Quick tempered. Loving. Loyal. Lustful. Incredibly horny (especially after 3 decades of involuntary celibacy). Mischievous. Bombastic. Slightly domineering, yet fair and easy to please. Talented to no end. Know-it-all. Chaste. Afraid of germs. Healthy. Insightful. Artist. Born on St. Patrick's Day, I am a PISCES with VIRGO rising, two signs of opposition, which complete me. By the Chinese Zodiac, I'm a DRAGON with ROOSTER rising. —The ‘f-bomb’ is my favourite swear word.

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Saturday, February 20, 2010

Accidents Happen (OMG, I haven't been this rude in a long time!)

Okay, so, I just got my computer fixed. Then yesterday I went and bought a new one, as to have my old laptop as something that I can travel around with, whilst leaving my new one at home.
I saw an awesome sale in the Fry's Electronics paper, and it had all the specs I needed:
15.6 inch, widescreen display
250 GB hardrive
Dual Core (of course)
3 GB memory
...blah, blah, blah

So, after school, I high-tail it down Cermak Road, all the way out to Downer's Grove. I enter, with sales paper in hand, and have one of the retail associates go grab my laptop for me. When he gets back, the first thing this muthafucker does is start moaning:
"OOOH MY GOD...NOT THIS ONE! I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW MANY OF THESE I'VE GOTTEN BACK! I DON'T KNOW, SIR...ARE YOU SURE YOU DON'T WANT TO LOOK AT THIS ONE RIGHT HERE?"

Of course, what he points out to me is $400 more! And then he goes into his next little rant...

"WELL, IF YOU'RE INTENT ON BUYING THIS, SIR, THE ONLY THING I CAN DO IS OFFER YOU A SERVICE PROTECTION PLAN...." (blah, blah, fucking blah!)

First off all, I think it's a jerk move to look at what someone is buying and call it 'crap' right in front of them. Several years ago, I used to work at an art supply shop (a great little gig for an artist, I must say), and I NEVER did that to customers. If there was a particular product that was better, I would quietly whisper "Just to let you know, mam, I'm an artist too, and this particular paintbrush..." See what I mean? If ever I did have to lead a customer to a more expensive product, I would go from A-Z, listing off the reasons why it was a better product! I wouldn't just point out something with an extravagant price, only to tell them "Oh...it's better!"

Second of all, the technology is so good now, most laptops are all the same anyway! I'm not a fucking moron, dude, seriously. You can't come to me and say that "such and such is waaaay better than another brand," because that's just as stupid as saying that one DVD player is better than another. Those things are down to $30 now, which means they're all the same!

Thirdly, these so called "performance service" plans that they try to push on you with everything that you buy are such bullshit! Most expensive items come with a one year warranty anyway. Also, why would I pay $200 extra for a performance service plan, when, if anything ever goes wrong with my laptop, I can go to Microcenter and have them erase the computer and reload my Windows, PERFECTLY SETTING THE MACHINE BACK TO FACTORY STANDARDS, for 150 bucks cheaper? Why?

Do you see what I'm getting at? I'm not stupid, and these salesmen treat you like you are! Please understand, guys, I really, really, really did not mean to be rude....but after five minutes of this guy going on and on about this performance service plan, finally, I rolled my eyes and thought:
"WHY DON'T YOU 'SERVICE PERFORM' THESE NUTS, BITCH!"

It wasn't until I noticed him glaring at me with those wide eyes that I realized I must have been thinking out loud again. Dammit! I have got to learn to stop moving my lips with every thought. Good grief.

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