Richard Brook

It's not even midday, but today's been fairly interesting.

This morning, I decided that I'm sick of having more DVDs than I have shelves. So, I loaded up as many DVDs as I could manage (still leaving at least half of the collection on the shelves), and took them down to the pawn shop. At 50¢ each, I came home with $130. Holy fuck, that was a lot of DVDs. And now I have space for even more!

lol not. Netflix has eaten our souls, and that's where we've been getting most of our movies from. The only DVDs I've purchased lately are the sorts of things even Netflix won't carry.


On my way to the pawn shop, my dad rang me, because his Blu-Ray player has fucked up, making it impossible to get to Netflix (because I totally got him addicted last month. Whoops). Since I was lugging a bunch of DVDs to the pawn shop, I told him I'd call him when I got home. When that came about, he was apparently still having issues with it. My dad is one of the most technologically inept people on the planet. It so bad. So after about a half hour of getting nowhere, I just told him to turn off his power strip. His modem, as well as the BD Player (amongst a few other things, but they are not important right now) are plugged into it, so we pretty much killed two birds with one stone and rebooted both the modem and the BD Player at once.

I'm not sure which it was, but one of them was the problem. Netflix is working again. And now, he knows why the red button on his power strip is useful.


And now, I am going shopping. I hope that I don't explode.

I need to find a way to raise about $3000. To quote Jeremy Clarkson's famous "last words," how hard can it be?


(This is not for bills, nor is it for any sort of dire circumstance. Instead, it's for a project which has the potential to either be a LOT of fun, or an incredible disaster.)

So, I'm dealing with a commissioner from Canada. No big deal. I've dealt with people from all over the world.

This person is still in school. Again, not really worried since they just wanted a cartoon otter.

Since they're in school, they have to post the payment, rather than use PayPal. Again, fine. I tell them that in this case, I prefer something more insured than cash, like cashier's cheque, or a money order.

Here's where it gets fun. This person doesn't know what either of these things are. I explain what it is, how to get one, and why I prefer them to cash. This goes on for about 20 minutes, at which point they decide that this is too difficult, and that they'll have to send cash, and I tell them to just make sure to wrap it in a few pieces of printer paper.

Oh, wait. They don't know how to post something. I weep for this generation if they're so plugged in that they've never dropped an envelope in the postbox before.


I have a very strong suspicion that I'm not going to be paid for this piece.

In the first time since... forever, the bills are all paid up, rent's done on time, there's food in the cupboards, and there's money in the bank.


What am I meant to complain about, now? I haven't got anything left to complain about.



Uhm...



Okay, here's one. Char got me hooked on Casualty, and now I can't find any of the episodes she's suggested. Boo.