Re-Greetings and Re-Welcomings

Welcome to my new and improved blog, Scribbling and Scrutiny.

New features include a name change. Worth the extra four week wait, no?

Well aside from that, the layout and purpose of the blog remains the same. But now you can look forward to two entries a week rather than one, as well as a primary focus on quality over quantity. Well, I do plan on making shorter entries, but I can't promise that they'll be necessarily "quality" posts each time. But with the stick firmly dislodged from my buttocks, I do intend to type these entries with a more personal flair to it, and not obsess so much with creating mini college essays (although that's a bit pretentious on my part to suggest I'm even that good).

My first iternary is to have my long overdue story published to this blog, a task I've literally locked away at my desk drawer as it would require manually typing all the information from paper back into PC, but I'm commited to finally get started on the task, as well as make some edits or changes that reflect my improved perceptive from over five years ago.

Aside from that, I'm mostly counting the hours until Super Mario Galaxy becomes available at my local Toys 'R Us. Despite calling twice the day before for confirmation that I could pick up my reserved copy first thing in the morning, I was greeted with expected dissapointment from a mole-faced clerk that informed me that the game won't be available until 5 'o clock. And since I now work around that time, I left the task to my father to pick up the game while I sit back and have customers yell at me for not sponsoring tickets for Celine Dion.

Because, after all, "what's bigger than Celine Dion?", says the rage-driven elderly woman frothing into my ear.

It isn't impatience in waiting until my shift ends to play this game, or lack of faith in my father in picking the game up at the scheduled time, but rather it is the inept service from Toys 'R Us that worries me most of all. I was informed the previous weekend that even though I reserved a copy of the game, the reserved copies would still be distributed in a first come, first served basis. If twenty five people reserved the game, but only twenty reserved copies would be available, I would be quite SOL if I arrived late. Hence why I made the effort to sleepily arrive at the store the minute it opened, only to be shot down for my efforts.

But wouldn't my father be able to get the copy as long as he arrives at the appointed time? Not so, because I asked the same grand-mole clerk what would happen if the shipment arrived earlier than Five 'o clock?

"Oh, we would sell the copies immediately." she replies, a disgusting hint of cheerfulness in her voice that was either meant to be uplifting or mocking.

With that in mind, all I can do is leave it to daddy and wait for the results. Three more hours to go....