Showing posts with label shopping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shopping. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Chapter 11, Page 2 Ill timed freakout

Mary is experiencing some technical difficulties. Please excuse the screaming.

Talk about flawed logic, though she does have some reason to be concerned. There are few thoughts as horrifying as the possibility of being mistaken for your Dad's wife.

Not that Mary has much to worry about there. Most people mistake Dad for being in her grandparents' generation. But Mary is used to the way her parents look, so she doesn't consider this.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Chapter 10, Page 13 Still awesome

The feeling of control is still there.

Ever notice that the games on display in Walmart and the controls under them seem to be completely disconnected? That is, when you pick up the controls and mash buttons nothing happens. You'd think these demo displays would allow you to actually play the games, but that doesn't seem to be the case. Oh well, it's still cool to pretend.

Oh, and feeling like an idiot for not getting this out on time. I know updates have been a little irregular of late and I've been trying to get back on track. I even had this all ready to go yesterday. But, dumkoff, I forgot to actually post it. GAA! Oh well.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Chapter 9, Page 15 Something terribly wrong

Store layout needs work.

I noticed in Walmart that the bras were very nearly touching the aisles for boys underwear and pajamas. Awkward doesn't begin to describe it.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Chapter 8, Page 3 -- Seppuku by shopping?

Mary does not like shopping for clothes.

I wish to die with honor! Not burdened with stiff, itchy new clothes!

Friday, December 12, 2008

Chapter 6, Page 35 The Christmas Rush

Buy me!

Okay, a little break in the action (such as it is) to introduce the problem that faces all gift givers every Christmas.

Come on. *Tell me* this hasn't happened to you.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Chapter 4, Page 20 Distraction

Don't wander off.

Clothes shopping. Bleh. Never did like that. Now if Mary could be let loose in the electronics section while everyone else does whatever things would be peachy.

Well, except for the part about having to find shoes that fit. That's gotta be the worst part of shopping. Usually takes several stores to find a good pair of shoes. (Very odd shaped feet. I blame Dad.)