Malled

About once every coupla months, we head out to NJ for a supply run. You know, toilet paper, shampoo, diaper wipes, new beads for the Ass Bead Pull -- whatever.

I'm ashamed to admit it, but the place we do these restocking runs is Wal-Mart.

I know, I know.

I've always had ethical problems with it. We've all heard the stories. This week more crap came out about Wal-mart's attitude toward its employees. They are the scummiest of the scummy.

However, their stuff is cheaper than most anyplace else (I know, I know) and we need to be saving money up in this household so we can keep buying cool shit every now and then.

I know, I know.

So we've been going out to these cruddy Wal-Marts in industrial Jersey and we've been buying two or three hundred bucks worth of stuff at a time. The savings probably still don't quite offset the price of the rental car, but it's nice having stuff in bulk so you don't have to be going every ten days. After a run out there, my ass is officially wiped for the next ninety days or so.

But today we were there and they didn't have half the stuff we wanted and we were wandering around the store and I started feeling depressed about the whole experience. Saving a few dollars is not worth the damage inflicted on your soul by setting foot in that place.

Plus one of the cashiers was all sarcastic with me today for no reason.

So I now declare that verbungle.com and all of its subsidiaries have officially added Wal-mart to the boycott list. Please join us in this. We can take 'em down.

I did get 8 20 oz. Gatorades for $4.70 or something like that. The 20 oz. Gatorade is the perfect size to keep around the house. I prefer the 32 oz. for playing sports, but otherwise it's too big. Come on over and we'll have some 20 ouncers together.

We also went to the Short Hills Mall. I spent about an hour in the Apple Store drooling at various items. The Macbook Pros still haven't arrived. At the end of the day, the wife gave me permission to buy a new iPod, and when I ran back to do just that there was a snarling Genius guarding the door.

"Are you closed?" I asked. It was 7:02 p.m. and there were like 80 customers still in the store.

"Yeah," he said.

"OK...wait, what if I know exactly what I want to buy? Can I run in and buy it?"

"No, sorry. Then we'd have to let everybody in."

Damn. I was close. I felt like saying, "Wow, dude, you just cost your store $300" but then I realized I will just wait and buy it the next chance I get. I bet he knew that, too. Or maybe he just had a Genius party to get to later that night. Or maybe he doesn't give a fock either way.

At least Joe got his iMac. I am going to steal it.

I got about halfway through a post for the Trayline site but it just isn't coming together right. I may need to start over. I don't want to blow this one -- it's one of the few interesting things that have ever happened to me.

I realize I am running the risk of this site turning into me talking about whatever I watched on TV that day, but fukkit here goes one more observation: Bill Maher was off his game the other night. I though he would have come out big in the wake of whodatcheneyshot, but he had nuthin'.

Whodat? (9 points)