The Night of Shitty Customer Service

Met up with elizalavelle last night at the Silver Snail to reclaim my blessed, blessed Y tpbs (oh, #10, when will you be mine?). We were both hoping to get Buffy #10, but apparently the Snail was taking an extra day of New Years, since the new comix had not made their appearance. Of course, good luck getting someone to tell you that pithy fact. "The Silver Snail: We have our reputation, we don't need customer service!"

We both ended up getting some bargain action figures, I a Sawyer from Lost Series 2 and she a Conundrum Minimates fig. He's so creepy.

After divesting myself of stuff at Supercar, we wandered downtown to get some dinner. Man, that ain't easy. I think the Bishop & Belcher is now a shrine to women's footwear of some kind. Wandered into Burrito Boyz, and out agin when we realized it was a takeout place, which I suppose must work wonderfully in the Summer or if you live nearby, which did not fit the bill in this case.

So we ended up at a Dunn's in the theatre district, where once again our attempts to initiate commerce were nearly foiled. The hostess led us to our seats and handed us our menus (and gave us cutlery!). Quick perusal and we decided what to get. Nobody came to get drink orders, but what the heck, right? We folded the menus and put them down, in case they needed some subtle hints.

That was apparently too subtle. So I grabbed a waitress (vocally, not physically) and asked "Who's handling our table?" To which she replied "I guess I am."

I guess you fucking are.

The food was okay; I got a towering Club sammich (where Towering = double decker) and elizalavelle grabbed the fish n' chips, for express purpose of eating some and saving some for lunch. A fairly unimpressive performance by the front of house people at Dunn's.

Admittedly, the evening wasn't bad, what with gossip and shopping. I'm just cranky, what with wanting a beverage within the first 20 minutes of entering a restaurant. It ain't like they couldn't see us, either.

Dropped off elizalavelle at her place and zoom zoomed off home to feed the cats and play Civ IV way too late.

Gotta say I do love Letterman's strike beard. I'm growing my strike goatee. I'm gonna do Mr. Eko's little horns thing.

Tell me: Akira

It's been a few years since I saw Akira. I do remember it being somewhat incoherent/unintelligble.

Is this inherent to the film or was that something specific to that particular English cut?

Well, what do you know. It DOES exist.

What's amusing is that Gordon seems to have only the one video, which indicates he's a bit of a dick.

For foreigners, Frank & Gordon are two animated beavers who are the spokemen for Bell Canada's array of services.

They are also bad at videogames.