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Log in to Google Checkout, and I'm suddenly presented with the latest novel from their legal department. I can't access customer orders until I agree to it. What makes them think I have time to read this at their whim? Perhaps I have orders to attend to? No "later" option given. If I were to decline, how would I even refund people's money? I'm really starting to hate that company, they could burn to the ground and I wouldn't shed a tear.

I think that may be the best baseball game I've ever watched. And I'm not even a Cards fan.

Getting sick of people who take the time to find an item online, spend good money to buy it, and can't be bothered to type a coherent shipping address. The official language of the USPS is English, not whatever crap falls out of your keyboard while you're munching on Doritos.

Back from a car show in South Lake Tahoe. They had a few really interesting cars but not nearly as much variety as I was hoping for. I wish these shows would broaden their perspective, I get bored looking at every Mustang, Camaro and Chevelle ever built between 1965-1970. They did build cars after that. If the oldtimers don't want to look at them, fine, but I do.

Okay, who sent out the memo saying every simple thing on the internet has to be turned into a clunky Java app? Everything has gone to hell in the last 6-12 months. Now even USPS.com has been taken over by this crap.

Saw some guy blow his engine last night on the interstate just ahead of me. He was passing a truck and suddenly it started pouring smoke, heavy oil smell, and I could hear it clattering as I passed by. I bet he had a crappy day.

Developing a nervous twitch against the text phrases "should of" and "try and". I don't care about such things when spoken, but in text it makes me want to grab a red marker.

a beverage can on the race track.. it's come to this. Every time I think NASCAR can't get any worse, it does.

They say they're "handling his body appropriately" - I trust that means soaking it in jet fuel, lighting it on fire and tossing it off the Empire State Building.

had an "Unclaimed"->RTS package returned by the post office that I mailed to a customer over a year ago. Customer never reported it missing. Postmarked Feb-2010.

Back from getting destroyed in multiplayer "black ops" on a relative's 360. I think my kill ratio was about 5-300. Laughing eases the pain.

Back from getting destroyed in multiplayer "black ops" on a relative's 360. I think my kill ratio was about 5-300. Laughing eases the pain.