Things I Learned Today
Posted on January 5, 2003 by Ching under Movies, Toys.
THINGS I LEARNED TODAY: (1) The Dixie Chicks did a remake of my all-time favorite Fleetwood Mac song “Landslide” 
and it is absolutely awful! It has now officially joined the ranks of the most re-made songs of all time. I like the original. I love the Smashing Pumpkins version in the Pisces Iscariot CD.. But I hate the Dixie Chicks version of the song. Gag! I heard it for the first time on the way to Derby this morning. I made the mistake of tuning to 107.3 KKRD at just exactly the wrong moment. I am scarred for life! Kidding aside, I had to freaking drive all the way to Derby to return Jen’s car keys which I accidentally picked up along with my bundle of keys on my way to get Brian from work last night. I didn’t realize it until after we got back in the car after stopping at Hollywood to pick up some two for $20 DVDs (our booty? A Beautiful Mind, The Time Machine, Zoolander and Black Hawk Down — not bad for a meager $40 bucks). Anyway, it was almost midnight and I was yet to cook dinner. Brian and I were both starving, but I decided to call her anyway and let her know that I had her keys. I call her up and ask her what she’s doing the following day. She’s like, “I don’t know. Why?” I tell her what happened and she demands that I return the keys right then. I’m like, “No! It’s late. We haven’t eaten. I can bring them back to you tomorrow.” She wasn’t doing anything anyway! She just wanted to be difficult. I told her I could bring them back after 2PM (because Brian’s dad was coming over to help hang the potrack from Pier 1 that they had given us for Christmas). She tells me that she had errands to run that she wouldn’t be able to do during the week. I was all, “Oh, yeah? Like what?” She’s like, “I wanted to get my nails done!” I go, “You can get that done after two when I bring your keys back.” She promptly threatens to call dad and tell on me (which I knew she was bluffing, because I know Dad and he will be royally pissed for getting bothered by an overseas, long-distance phone call over a stupid tiff). You know the saying “don’t shoot the messenger”?! Well, that’s exactly what dad would have done to her! So I knew she wouldn’t do it. So you know what I did? I go, “You’re such a bitch!” and hang up on her. She tries to call back, but I decline the call and promptly turned my phone off after that. She is so spoiled, I swear! She doesn’t know how to be nice to people! I tell Brian, she can’t yell at me and tell me that I have to drive all the way over there just to return her car keys which she doesn’t even need (not until Monday anyway). Besides, she could have been nicer about it. I would have taken a reasonable request a lot better. As I told her on the phone, at least I had the decency to call her and tell her exactly what happened. If I hadn’t called, she wouldn’t have known any better. She justs fires off a rude, “So you called.. So what? You want a cookie?” That’s really what threw me over the edge. Just because she can talk to mom like that, doesn’t mean she can do the same to me. I told Brian that I was bringing Jen her car keys tomorrow as I told her on the phone and not any sooner despite what she says. She’ll get them back when I feel like bringing them back! She needed to learn her lesson and be put in her place! Lucky for her Felix, pissed on the duvet. Brian was really peeved, but it worked in Jen’s favor because I ended up going over there first thing when I woke up at 10AM. I figured I was going to be up washing the duvet at the laundromat anyway, I might as well go over there and bring her the car keys. So 2PM became 10AM and she could go get her nails done or whatever she wanted to do, although I seriously doubt that she really had to go anywhere. Even though I really didn’t want to bring the car keys back (because of how bratty she is) or bring them later in the day (at least 2PM or later even), I am –after all– a practical person. Sorry for getting off track, (2) they have Galaga at the laundromat! I love Galaga! It’s one of my favorite arcade games of all time. I actually have to fight the crowd at the game room at 13th Avenue Warren (the only other place that I’ve seen the game at). If I ever find it on eBay, I’d probably have to eat my words (I swore I’d never buy anything off eBay). That’s how much I love that game! The one at the laundromat is an older unit with a smaller screen, but it has an outstanding fire button. The one at the Warren, you have to keep tapping the fire button super-fast because if you just press on it and don’t let go it fires really slow. The one at the laundromat –I found out several stages into my first quarter– you can just keep the fire button pressed and it keeps firing rapidly. So cool! It makes the game so much easier to play. My second try yielded better results and, even though I know that I am not the best Galaga player the world has ever seen, I’m proud to say that I have the highest score of all the people who have ever played Galaga at that laundromat! I got to stage sixteen, past the 4th challenging stage — something that I’d hadn’t done since I was ten years old (I used to play Galaga on our Nintendo Family Computer, the Philippine-slash-cheaper version of the then-popular NES). I’m going to drag Brian back there one day, so he can try and beat my score! The last thing I learned today, (3) Brian was the one who let out that stinky fart in Eli’s apartment. We went over there to return his Requiem for a Dream and Pi DVDs, which we’ve had for almost two months now (maybe longer). Anyway the fart was an SBD (silent but deadly) variety. I smelled it and thought it was Eli who farted, but –he being our host– I didn’t want to say anything. As we were leaving, Brian goes “I had to get out of there because I let out this really stinky fart!” So there you have it! It was Brian all along! I should have known. He is the king of SBDs!
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