The key to great comedy
As everybody knows, the key to great comedy is timing.
I mean, there's the joke:
A: Ask me the secret to great comedy.
B: OK. What's the secret to great co--
A: TIMING!
So, I have to think that this is fucking hilarious.
What, you may ask, is so funny?
How could the timing be any better?
I am beginning to loathe XBOX support. They're a particular breed of friendly and ineffectual that I really despise. I guess it's the desired state for all support persons these days, and Microsoft can certainly afford to hire the best . After explaining my extreme displeasure with my multiply-resurrected 360, I had my case escalated to "The Microsoft Elite Team". I was supposed to get a call back from these problem-solving ninjas, but haven't yet. I called support again to ask exactly when the Wolf would be on the motherfucker, and was told I'd get the call between 6 and 8 pm tomorrow night - oh fuck, that's during Kenpo. Well, we'll see.
I was referred to this team, I believe, because I have made several demands. Fulfillment of these demands would probably mollify my intense rage until my 360 goes belly-fucking-up the next time:
Grrrrr...
I mean, there's the joke:
A: Ask me the secret to great comedy.
B: OK. What's the secret to great co--
A: TIMING!
So, I have to think that this is fucking hilarious.
What, you may ask, is so funny?
- My XBOX 360, which I purchased on launch day, has died.
- For the third time.
- Right before Guitar Hero 2 comes out (my box died on Saturday, which for all intents and purposes is a Business-Monday, and GH2 comes out a week from tomorrow).
- Right after reports of 360 problems from house-sitting IINTweens prompted me to drop $20 on a cooling device to try to eke out the life of the 360 past the release of GH2.
- When I have events surrounding GH2 planned with other people already.
- And a new, 120 GB 360 supposedly being unveiled Wednesday.
How could the timing be any better?
I am beginning to loathe XBOX support. They're a particular breed of friendly and ineffectual that I really despise. I guess it's the desired state for all support persons these days, and Microsoft can certainly afford to hire the best . After explaining my extreme displeasure with my multiply-resurrected 360, I had my case escalated to "The Microsoft Elite Team". I was supposed to get a call back from these problem-solving ninjas, but haven't yet. I called support again to ask exactly when the Wolf would be on the motherfucker, and was told I'd get the call between 6 and 8 pm tomorrow night - oh fuck, that's during Kenpo. Well, we'll see.
I was referred to this team, I believe, because I have made several demands. Fulfillment of these demands would probably mollify my intense rage until my 360 goes belly-fucking-up the next time:
- I want a brand-new console. I'm tired of getting refurbished consoles. Let's say you were at a restaurant and there was something wrong with your chicken Caesar salad. For instance, the chicken in question was raw. When you send it back, you expect a new salad. Your lettuce is no longer edible, having been in contact with the raw chicken. You don't want the old salad back, everything having been broiled together, you don't want someone else's salad that the kitchen has slapped back together and you sure as fuck don't want a different raw chicken Caesar salad that somebody else puked into the bathroom sink.
- I want it now. I'm tired of waiting a week or more for a shipping box, then shipping my 360 away, then waiting another ten days or more for my puked up chicken salad to return. I want my new console overnighted to me post-haste. I didn't get my call today, so getting a console tomorrow is apparently out. They're flunking this one so far. But I'm willing to wait for the call (which if I miss it tomorrow, I'll be equal parts pissed and surprised) to start grading them.
Grrrrr...