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Probably the reason I haven't been jailed or maimed at this point, is being blessed (or cursed) with a pretty high boiling point... I can tolerate much, for longer than is necessary at times. Once the line is crossed, though... it's pandemonium. The Shakes. Blind rage. BerserkerTime. On the other hand, my bullshit quotient is a infinitely lower. Just a whiff, and I'm flat on my feet, arms crossed, and expecting the worst. And ready to bat it back, boy. I'd mentioned at some point, last week, considering getting a digital camera in my hands. Among my many roommates in my history, is �berGeek. Alpha Nerd, IT Specialist 'round here... and tight with a dollar, when it comes to selling stuff. He has GOT to buy all of the new stuff as soon as it somes out... meaning maxed-out credit cards, and discarded playthings as far as the eye can see. So the gist of this is... great little camera he's selling--but, no sale. Not when he wants the same price he paid three years ago (minus software & bits), and refuses to haggle one dime. He'd never make it in Jamaica. For the same dollars, I can go out on the street and get a new one. Well, he can just insert that in an area not graced with sunlight. Bullshit alert! Consequently, this has got me thinking about the cast of ex-roommates in my life... meaning outside of family. Which I'll consider exposing, tomorrow. |
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