The ramblings of a madman

I didn’t get my comics yesterday…

…and I’m blaming the shitheel owner of Texas Toyz for that.

As I go to my store, Collector’s Planet (one of three in the city), I’m told by the owner that I won’t be able to get my books until today. I’m okay with that, but the circumstances behind why really irk me.

Turns out that the UPS driver is a dipshit and can’t read “Collector’s Planet” on a shipment of comics and other items, so he goes to Texas Toyz, the better known of the three stores in town. Without missing a beat, Dean, the owner of the store and grade-A douche, proceeds to not only open the shipment, but to put the items in his stock and sell them.

For those of you keeping track at home, that’s two major crimes. Opening another person’s mail or package = federal offense. Taking another person’s property upwards or more than $1,000 in value = larceny.

David (the owner of Collector’s Planet) is getting the FBI involved. I hope that Dean gets what is coming to him.

That guy has a history of dick moves, one involving last year’s Captain America #25, in which Steve Rogers was assassinated. He took people’s guaranteed pullbox copies, lied about being shorted on supply and then turned around and sold the issues at an insane markup. That’s criminal.

@ Bryan and Kami

Fuuuuuuck you. Now I’m listening to this fucking song and I’ve got it stuck in my head.

Thanks a fuckin’ lot.

On the heels of all this GTAIV madness, I’ve come to a startling conclusion.

Grand Theft Auto is the Final Fantasy of this gaming generation.

Let me explain…

Back in the day, Squaresoft, kind of struggling in the market at that time, put out a little game called Final Fantasy VII. It put Square back on the map, revolutionized the role playing game genre, and Final Fantasy became a household name.

Now, a few years back, a fledgling little company called RockStar Games brought out a little game called Grand Theft Auto 3. It put RockStar on the map. It revolutionized the genre. It made GTA a household name.

Now, every few years, Square and RockStar each put out a game in their flagship series. Yeah, there are a few tweaks here and there, but overall, it’s essentially the same game.

Grand Theft Auto 3 was this generation’s Final Fantasy VII.

I’m glad I’m moving. My trailer trash neighbor’s cat (one of them, anyway, and I have a good idea which one) took a shit on our steps. Almost at the top back by the entrance. The steps I’ll have to use to take stuff down to my car.

I want to fucking murder that cat.

Instead, I left a lovely note on their door.

“Hey. Your cat crapped on our steps. Please clean it up.” 

I’m so damn bored right now. Have to wait until the lottery numbers update so I can get this final page out and I can leave.

Just so I can get back to packing. Yay. 

Testing

It’s been so long since I’ve had a public blog, choosing only to let my friends on myspace in on my corner of craziness (hmmm…that sounds like a cool title), so I’ll probably be sparse here in my posting until I get back into the swing of things. But here I am. Joining the bandwagon, as it were.