ESPN Insider, An IMBC Plea, And My UPS Guy Is A Comedian
Quick-hitters:
- Boy is it hot here! If this keeps up, I’m going to have to start sleeping in a tub full of ice cubes. Or, maybe I should pitch a tent in my patio and start sleeping outside.
- Have I ever told you that Amazon Prime is evil?
(I might have, in an earlier blog or twenty.)
I’ve now made eleven orders, since I signed up with Prime. And I have about eleven months of service left.
- ESPN must be desperate for subscribers. One day after having my ESPN Insider + ESPN The Magazine subscription auto-renewed for $39.99, I called in to cancel my service (I had intended on doing so a few days earlier, but as the story of my life goes, I forgot to do it).
Immediately after reaching a rep, the guy offered me a subscriber “special”: $14.99 to continue my Insider subscription for a year, though I’m not sure if I get to keep the magazine subscription or not. I really don’t care for the magazine, though; I don’t think I’ve read a single issue. As long as I get my Insider subscription, I’m good.
- Hey, remaining IMBCers! We’ve been going on with this competition for ~120 posts now, and I don’t know about you two, but I’m starting to get sick and tired of blogging every single day. I mean, it’s been fun, but I never expected this competition to go on for nearly four months!
So…anyone up for calling the competition off? I don’t have a need for the top prize, and I remember hearing that Amy recently got her own domain and hosting. So why don’t we shake virtual hands, and call the whole thing off?
(If you think this is a cop-out, out of fear that I’ll probably next to be eliminated from the competition, then you’d be right.)
- So my UPS guy is a comedian, apparently. Every time I see him–and I see him a lot, due to my inability to pass up a hot deal–he has some joke for me. Whether it’s a heart-felt “Are you running your own office supply store?” to a “Oh…I wonder what’s inside this box,” he’s always got a quip up his sleeve. Today was no exception: I got a huge box, and he inquired as to what was inside the box (never mind that the box was clearly labeled “Bubble Lined Mailers.”)
Of course, I told him that they were, indeed, bubble mailers, and of course, he didn’t believe me. Moron 
(That should make it obvious that the last topic was posted in complete jest. Now if only I knew what his name was. And I can’t just ask him for his name, because I’ve already had to twice before. Yes, I’m really really bad with names.)
Happy blogging!