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Day 321: prime

December 30, 2009 / / 0 Comments

In a little over two weeks, my three month dalliance with Amazon Prime threatens to perish.

When an offer for a trial of Amazon Prime popped up in October, I bit.  I knew that, most likely, we wouldn’t be traveling this holiday season (what with Katie’s baby belly) but we’d probably still be exchanging Christmas gifts with family.  So, in a unexpected bout of foresight, I signed up for the trial primarily for the last minute Christmas shopping and shipping we were sure to do.

And it did come in hand over the past week, especially the part where I could extend my membership to four additional family members, meaning my mom and most of the Dahls got free 2-day shipping from Amazon as well.

But what a tricky business it is, the knowledge of Amazon Prime’s power at your disposal every day.  How tempting it is to buy everything on Amazon when you know it’ll be at your doorstep in less than three days.  How much more quickly your finger clicks the checkout button on Gold Box deals when there’s no minimum purchase required to get free shipping.

I’m sure that having Prime has caused me to buy a few things from Amazon over the past three months that I wouldn’t have otherwise.  I’m sure that’s an effect that the Amazon geniuses hope for.  It’s just so easy.

The question is: do I continue my Prime membership.  Is the convenience and burden worth $79 annually (though less, if I can split it among family members)?  Or is it just $79 being anted up for a much bigger pot of Amazon spendings spread over the next 12 months?

Day 320: sensitive

December 29, 2009 / / 0 Comments

You know what’s weird?  I’ve been crying a lot lately.  Or, actually, almost crying.

Now, I have cried before.  I do cry.  I am human.  But I’m not someone who I’d say cries a lot.  But every once in a while, whether it’s because of current circumstances or hormones or the phase of the moon, I seem to get weepy at the slightest thing.

I got kind of weepy at Avatar, when the main character gives the inspirational speech.  I got kind of weepy at Valkyria Chronicles, when a character I had grown quite attached to died suddenly with no warning (and through no fault of my own).  I got quite weepy throughout the second half of Big Fish when we watched it tonight, even though it’s a movie that I’ve seen at least a half dozen times before.

I think what I’ve started to do is to blame all of my emotions on the fact that our family is growing via stork delivery soon.  Maybe the thought of having a baby makes me suddenly that much more sentimental about…everything.  Maybe being a father makes blue alien underdog vengeance, Europan war death, and fictional father-son relationships based on tall tales all very serious business in my mind.

Either way, if you’ve ever wanted the chance to talk to me about feelings, now might or might not be the perfect time to do it, depending on how you react to men that burst into tears at the drop of a hat.

Although, sidenote, speaking of hats, I do need to acquire myself a top hat.  For, you know, occasions that call for one.

Day 319: my head hurts

December 27, 2009 / / 0 Comments

Either watching Avatar in 3D today or playing four hours of Valkyria Chronicles gave me a pretty terrible headache tonight.

Was it James Cameron’s epic blue alien action-adventure hippie-fest? A 2+ hour treatise on how hugging trees can eventually lead to being able to ride birds?

Or was it squad 7’s valiant infiltration and liberation of the Darcsen concentration camp at Fouzen? And by liberation, I really mean conflagration. Oops. (Also, spoiler.)

Maybe it was both? While I’ve played more than four hours of games before with no ill effect, I didn’t also get hit with the CameronHammer on the same day! I’m sure that 3D glasses didn’t do my eyes or brain any favors.

Man, me and 3D movies. It’s a relationship gone sour. Every time I tell myself I’m going back to regular movies, 3D is always like, “but what about this groundbreaking new movie that’s sure to be better with me, babe?” and then I go see it and 3D hits me. In the head. Out of love?

I won’t go see Alice in Wonderland in 3D. I won’t.
I’ll probably be holding my son instead, or perhaps delivering a baby in the back of a yacht, if things go horribly wrong.

Day 318: holiday dreaming

December 26, 2009 / / 0 Comments

First: I didn’t sleep all that well last night.  Was I anxious because I was waiting for Santa…to leave?  Or was the bed lumpy?

Regardless of the real reason I was sleepless, I distinctly remember the perceived reasoning I had for being so nervous.  In my mind, I was responsible for an entire space battle.  Each ship in this battle had some kind of famous navigator (as in, a famous person who was navigating, not a person famous for navigating) and every one had some kind of strength and weakness.

I remember being worried about losing the battle (although I don’t remember, or perhaps never even knew, what the consequences of losing would be) and about sending celebrities to their doom in space.

I woke up at around 6 with a bit of a headache, took some Advil, and went back to bed, where I was able to actually sleep until 9 or so.

This must be what William Adama feels like every day of his life.

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