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With the I-think valuable advice that searching "lol macro builder" on google gives you as the first link one of those stupid "omg your computer has a virus download this software to fix it!!" scams, I would like to offer the following eventual-fruits of my labour this evening. Probably only Izzy will find it funny, but hey:
I also just got done writing an epic (okay, like 800 words. But for a letter of complaint, that's pretty long!) feedback form to the Travelodge people, so hopefully they will... at least have batteries on hand for the night staff, God, I don't know. I would LIKE an apology, but I'm not holding my breath, really. I am trying to come to terms with the fact that the second half of June this year was just determined to extract the maximum amount of money for the least amount of service in many areas. (Seriously, I looked at my bill again: that hotel room? $240 NZ per NIGHT. I know Chicago has a high accomodation tax, and that everything was super pricy that week because of graduation etc etc etc, but it is hard to forget that three years ago we stayed in the SHERATON five blocks away for a THIRD of that cost. And MUCH LESS FAIL.)
I am holding off on writing to the rental car people for tonight, though, because in all honesty, I feel all lame and like That Person who's all complainy and entitled, and I don't like feeling like that at all, so I am going to... wash it off by writing some gay porn (hey, we all have our foibles) and reading some LJ instead and will deal with that tomorrow. I have at least finally remembered to chuck some stuff for work into my bag for tomorrow which I have been intending to bring with me all of last week, so I feel like I'm one up on the game, at least.
And, to round this up with cheerful things:
(No people ones because a) not flocked b) I don't remember some of your respective wishes re that and c) almost all my photos from i) Chicago and ii) my trip in general are hopelessly pixellated and/or overexposed anyway. Either the image processor thing in that camera is stuffed too, or I did something awful to the settings and never realised in time. I am... a lot more upset about that than I like to dwell on. Because, seriously. Almost EVERY. SINGLE. PHOTO. Apparently there was some kind of demon in the atmosphere or something, because anecdotal evidence would have it that no less than three people I know of - two of whom are excellent, professional-level photographers, too - had major overexposure problems the week of Chicago.)
We were waiting on the corner of Lake and Michigan to meet people, and we happened to glance up and see this. It struck me as hilarious. Awesome job, whoever set that up in the office. I salute you, nameless fan.
You have to take a photo of the marquee! It's the law! (And, um, not at all a totally cheap excuse at the HCT in Denver to take a photo that accidentally had Zack in it AT ALL. *is creepy* :D)
The Swell Season. I want to say this was during Falling Slowly but I'm pretty sure Glen's got the wrong guitar for that, so.
It's not just any fun. It's WISCONSIN fun! ...Izzy and I mocked these signs mercilessly on the way back from Chicago.
Not pictured: my legs up on the dashboard, more or less the entire way there and back, ngggggh that was so awesome. It was SUNNY and I got to enjoy it and be all irresponsible and stuff, whilst I am usually the one, y'know, driving. One of the unheralded benefits of being short: I actually fit in that position! :D
I also just got done writing an epic (okay, like 800 words. But for a letter of complaint, that's pretty long!) feedback form to the Travelodge people, so hopefully they will... at least have batteries on hand for the night staff, God, I don't know. I would LIKE an apology, but I'm not holding my breath, really. I am trying to come to terms with the fact that the second half of June this year was just determined to extract the maximum amount of money for the least amount of service in many areas. (Seriously, I looked at my bill again: that hotel room? $240 NZ per NIGHT. I know Chicago has a high accomodation tax, and that everything was super pricy that week because of graduation etc etc etc, but it is hard to forget that three years ago we stayed in the SHERATON five blocks away for a THIRD of that cost. And MUCH LESS FAIL.)
I am holding off on writing to the rental car people for tonight, though, because in all honesty, I feel all lame and like That Person who's all complainy and entitled, and I don't like feeling like that at all, so I am going to... wash it off by writing some gay porn (hey, we all have our foibles) and reading some LJ instead and will deal with that tomorrow. I have at least finally remembered to chuck some stuff for work into my bag for tomorrow which I have been intending to bring with me all of last week, so I feel like I'm one up on the game, at least.
And, to round this up with cheerful things:
(No people ones because a) not flocked b) I don't remember some of your respective wishes re that and c) almost all my photos from i) Chicago and ii) my trip in general are hopelessly pixellated and/or overexposed anyway. Either the image processor thing in that camera is stuffed too, or I did something awful to the settings and never realised in time. I am... a lot more upset about that than I like to dwell on. Because, seriously. Almost EVERY. SINGLE. PHOTO. Apparently there was some kind of demon in the atmosphere or something, because anecdotal evidence would have it that no less than three people I know of - two of whom are excellent, professional-level photographers, too - had major overexposure problems the week of Chicago.)
We were waiting on the corner of Lake and Michigan to meet people, and we happened to glance up and see this. It struck me as hilarious. Awesome job, whoever set that up in the office. I salute you, nameless fan.
You have to take a photo of the marquee! It's the law! (And, um, not at all a totally cheap excuse at the HCT in Denver to take a photo that accidentally had Zack in it AT ALL. *is creepy* :D)
The Swell Season. I want to say this was during Falling Slowly but I'm pretty sure Glen's got the wrong guitar for that, so.
It's not just any fun. It's WISCONSIN fun! ...Izzy and I mocked these signs mercilessly on the way back from Chicago.
Not pictured: my legs up on the dashboard, more or less the entire way there and back, ngggggh that was so awesome. It was SUNNY and I got to enjoy it and be all irresponsible and stuff, whilst I am usually the one, y'know, driving. One of the unheralded benefits of being short: I actually fit in that position! :D