Sunday, October 29, 2006

Why I Hate You

Before I rant, I am going to tell you some things. First, I am upgrading the blog today, so if there are any technical difficulties please post them or e-mail me. Also, this rant was inspired by Mike, whom had a really good rant that I wanted him to type up. He refused to unless he could rant about himself. So now I'm typing up my much better version.
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October 29, 2006. Another Beautiful day in paradise. Toys R Us, I hate you. Especially your video game section, aptly titled the R Zone. The R Zone is a source of games rated Teen or below, containing strategy guides for games that don't need them, such as WarioWare. Inside the R Zone you will also find third-party accessories that are likely to harm you, such as a controller that blows air that uses twice the electricity of a normal controller. The controller cools the air using cold water. Water + Electricity + Holes + Hands = A World of Pain. But the meat of this rant is a personal anecdote involving the Revolutionary Nintendo Wii (pronounced wee). Most other gaming stores had already announced that they were reserving these, and ran out within the hour. Peter had told me on Friday that Toys R Us would finally be taking reservations on Saturday. I called them up after school and they said that they had started already and only had four left. I could get there at around seven, so I asked how quickly they were going. He said he wasn't sure but they started out with ten reservations three hours and twenty minutes ago. That works out to one every twenty minutes. I told him that and he told me to get there early on Sunday because they were getting another shipment. Hold up! You get a shipment of little slips of paper that say I threw down an extra $50 to buy a console the day it comes out? Do you wait for Nintendo to ship you toilet paper to wipe your ass or ship you air to breathe? I mean c'mon! This is just plain messed up. However, I called my mom and she got it for me. She had to cut through the exit to beat out some little kids. My "friend" Mike didn't get a reservation because people slept outside the Toys R Us to get said slips of paper. I don't think they really did, but the retard who answers the phone sure thinks so. That guy needs prozac or something. You call them up, hear a recording, listen to a couple ads, and talk to this guy. The old guy would know what you meant if you just said "Video Games." The new guy won't connect unless you say, "Could I please speak to somebody in the R Zone?" and then its still a crap shoot. That's all for now. Mike mentioned something about Santa Clause in his rant, and it was pretty good, but I forget most of it and would not do it justice. Have a nice day.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

mike i went this morning and there was a guy with an airmateress and another with a tent btw its even sadder that most of the line was for tickle me elmo not wii or ps3 but the ppl at the front were wii and ps3 so i didnt get one