Firstly, I was informed that Mouse of Love induced paid time had almost run out. And considering the tragicosity that would be losing my 100 icon spaces (even if I have only filled 50 of them), and I decided to hell with it. And went and bought myself a paid account for the next year.
So, go me in that case.
Also, in other email news, the other day I went and bought a certain CD online. (this CD, if anyone was wondering)
Well, I got an email sent to inform me it was in the post. A highly amusing email.
Here's what it said:
Your CD has been gently taken from our CD Baby shelves with
sterilized contamination-free gloves and placed onto a satin pillow.
A team of 50 employees inspected your CD and polished it to make sure
it was in the best possible condition before mailing.
Our packing specialist from Japan lit a candle and a hush fell over
the crowd as he put your CD into the finest gold-lined box that money
We all had a wonderful celebration afterwards and the whole party
marched down the street to the post office where the entire town of
Portland waved 'Bon Voyage!' to your package, on its way to you, in
our private CD Baby jet on this day, Wednesday, March 15th.
I hope you had a wonderful time shopping at CD Baby. We sure did. Your picture is on our wall as 'Customer of the Year'. We're all
exhausted but can't wait for you to come back to CDBABY.COM!!
Thank you once again,
Derek Sivers, president, CD Baby
Ah, you crazy emaily peoples. *shakes head*
Also, in RL today, there was randomness liek whoa. As in, I get on the (very crowded) tram home after work, and there are these four guys talking about Doctor Who. Naturally, I start eavesdropping horribly. And then they get onto Buffy talk, and I sort of get dragged into the conversation when I correct one of their quotes.
And thus I end up talking Buffy, Firefly, Whedonism, and (through the digression of having the newest Doctor Who Magazine in my bag, which I grabbed from Minotaur today) Doctor Who. I don't think they quite believed it when I joined the conversation. And I think one of them was hitting on me.
And not just any old guys, guys that looked like living geeky cliches. One of them was a dead ringer for Comic Book Guy, I swear.