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Hello, my friends! If you are here, you are here to sign up for:

A. Selecting a book you love and want to share before December 25, 2016
  1. It can be fiction or nonfiction, though please no massive doorstoppers
  2. feel free to reread it during December!
  3. for this first round please try to steer clear of anything too graphic or intense or tasting-of-sawdust, but overall I will not judge your book choices. Ideally, it is a book that so moved you that you feel others must read.
B. Reading the book(s) you receive throughout the next year, every month!

C. Mailing that book and all subsequent books you receive in the mail to the person you are assigned once everyone is all signed up.
  1. should not be cost-prohibitive, as books are relatively light and can fit in a bubble mailer
  2. i'll send out reminders! (someone remind me to send out reminders)
  3. please mail the first one as near to (before, if possible) January 1 as you can! Holidays are busy, I understand, again no judgment.
D. Keeping the surprise of the next book a surprise! I'm not releasing a list until it's all over.

It's a long commitment of sorts, a whole year, but a low-key activity and even at my laziest I can manage a trip to the post office. I hope extra words and friendship makes a difference for everyone this year.

On board? Good. Please comment with your mailing address, including the name you prefer in the address. Make sure the mail can get to you. The comments are screened; the only people who will have your address are me and the person sending books to you (which, in one case, will be me).

Looking forward to it! I will update this post when I reach 12 people.

Icons???

Dec. 29th, 2014 04:18 pm
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I make icons???

apparently so )
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PS I'M SO GLAD I PICKED THESE SPECIFIC CUTIES I love this game this is 100% a plug for Layton vs. Wright, go do it.
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If you would like a nonspecific winter well-wishes card, do say so, I have a lot of snow supplies!

Comments screened to prevent you from knowing when I sell your information to wal-mart.

PLEASE LEAVE YOUR NAME NUMBER AND A BRIEF MESSAGE no wait I mean: Your name as you would like it to be on the address part, and also your name the way I know you on the internet so I can say Dear Friend so-and-so instead of putting your current plurk name on the inside of the card like a confused fool.

Thanks much!
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Tales of Symphonia

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Tales of the Abyss

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Golden Sun

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Professor Layton

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Raven
Rune Factory 3

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Rue
Princess Tutu

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A place for all my cards to live!

>> mastered: regular
< studious - 2/25/14 > < mission - 2/28/14 >
< summoner - 3/7/14 > < hymn - 3/13/14 >
< spiria - 3/19/14 > < vigilante - 4/13/14 >
< broom - 4/29/14 > < pending >
< pending > < pending >

>> mastered: special
< heroines - 3/2/14 > < i can do - 3/19/14 >






< first aid - 4/13/14 > < heroes - 4/13/14 >






< elemental - 4/13/14 > < spirits - 4/29/14 >






< pending > < pending >






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A note about "tagging priority": is that I don't really have one, or not one that functions based on character. It's more about thread or post content for me - and what I find 'most enjoyable' varies! Whether or not I know someone is online, available for tags, bogged down by work, or in a timezone that means we only share a few hours online can also affect what I do 'first'. That said, when I log into someone I tend to do all of their tags in one fell swoop before moving on, regardless of timestamp. So the "tagging priority" boxes reflect more of my feelings on the character lately, I suppose.

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I...summary. What is a summary. Luceti's great, Route is kind of not? I don't know. I feel like keeping a second game for variety and freshness, but maybe the answer is not to play the same character in two places (Luke got burnout when I did this in Luministi too).

That said.

I kind of want to app Hubert somewhere. I still adore his character and his snark and sass and the person he is underneath all that and...happy sigh. and dem abs

So we'll see.

3/18/13
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Sheena Fujibayashi
Tales of Symphonia
corrinesbell @Luceti
June
999: 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors
n0nary -homeless
Snake
999: 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors
deuceofsnakes -homeless
Child Link
LoZ: Ocarina of Time
greenhat -homeless
Nephry Osborne
Tales of the Abyss
silversnowfall @Luceti
Yuri Lowell
Tales of Vesperia
azurestorm -homeless
Nanami
Okamiden
waterbrush -homeless
Karis
Golden Sun: Dark Dawn
karismatic -homeless
Mia
Golden Sun
frost_jewel @Luceti
Guy Cecil
Tales of the Abyss
rappigwalker -homeless
Kagu
Okamiden
mikostar -homeless
Tanyuu
Mushishi
inksteps -homeless
Luke Triton
Professor Layton
hisapprentice @Luceti
Hershel Layton
Professor Layton
ofapuzzle -homeless
Luke fon Fabre
Tales of the Abyss
fonscion -homeless
Hubert Oswell
Tales of Graces
strahtagy -homeless
Raven
Rune Factory 3
pendantry @Luceti
Rue
Princess Tutu
untrueheart - @Luceti
Angelica
PotC: On Stranger Tides
angelsea -homeless
Korra
Legend of Korra
legendofme -homeless
Crystal
Pokémon Special
polyamorphism -homeless
Rose Lalonde
Homestuck
magicisreal -homeless
Zero III
Virtue's Last Reward
lag0m0rph -homeless
Lin Bei Fong
Legend of Korra
stonewallin -homeless
Estelle
Tales of Vesperia
brightest_star -homeless
Aranea Serket
Homestuck
araneidae -homeless
Miles Edgeworth
Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
edgey -homeless
Chastel
Tales of Vesperia: The First Strike
chastel -homeless
San
Princess Mononoke
myosotis -homeless
Tear Grants
Tales of the Abyss
seventh_hymn -homeless
Susan Sto-Helit
Discworld
deathbypoker -homeless
Hisca
Tales of Vesperia: The First Strike
hisca -homeless
Medli
LoZ: Wind Waker
earthmedli -homeless
Rita Mordio
Tales of Vesperia
meteorita -homeless
Ty Lee
Avatar: The Last Airbender
acrocircus -homeless
Boos
Return to Zork
wantsomerye -for trolling


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Tales of Symphonia
alittleninja
Nephry Balfour
Tales of the Abyss
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Mia
Golden Sun
alittlemercury
Luke Triton
Professor Layton
gentlemanintraining
Tear Grants
Tales of the Abyss
alittlemelodist
Luke fon Fabre
Tales of the Abyss
alittlereplica
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Now with 100% more hilarity.

Sheena Fujibayashi
Tales of Symphonia
corrinesbell @Luceti
June
999: 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors
n0nary -homeless
Snake
999: 9 Hours 9 Persons 9 Doors
deuceofsnakes -homeless
Child Link
LoZ: Ocarina of Time
greenhat -homeless
Nephry Osborne
Tales of the Abyss
silversnowfall @Luceti
Yuri Lowell
Tales of Vesperia
azurestorm -homeless
Nanami
Okamiden
waterbrush -homeless
Karis
Golden Sun: Dark Dawn
karismatic -homeless
Mia
Golden Sun
frost_jewel @Luceti
Guy Cecil
Tales of the Abyss
rappigwalker -homeless
Kagu
Okamiden
mikostar -homeless
Tanyuu
Mushi-shi
inksteps -homeless
Luke Triton
Professor Layton
hisapprentice @Luceti
Hershel Layton
Professor Layton
ofapuzzle -homeless
Luke fon Fabre
Tales of the Abyss
fonscion -homeless
Hubert Oswell
Tales of Graces
strahtagy -homeless
Raven
Rune Factory 3
pendantry @Luceti
Raven
Rune Factory 3
sunpendant @Route 29
Angelica
PotC: On Stranger Tides
angelsea -homeless
Korra
Legend of Korra
legendofme -homeless
Crystal
Pokémon Special
polyamorphism -homeless
Rose Lalonde
Homestuck
magicisreal -homeless
Zero III
Virtue's Last Reward
lag0m0rph -homeless
Lin Bei Fong
Legend of Korra
stonewallin -homeless
Estelle
Tales of Vesperia
brightest_star -homeless
Aranea Serket
Homestuck
araneidae -homeless
Miles Edgeworth
Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
edgey -homeless
Chastel
Tales of Vesperia: The First Strike
chastel -homeless
San
Princess Mononoke
myosotis -homeless
Tear Grants
Tales of the Abyss
seventh_hymn -homeless
Susan Sto-Helit
Discworld
deathbypoker -homeless
Hisca
Tales of Vesperia: The First Strike
hisca -homeless
Medli
LoZ: Wind Waker
earthmedli -homeless
Rita Mordio
Tales of Vesperia
meteorita -homeless
Ty Lee
Avatar: The Last Airbender
acrocircus -homeless
Boos
Return to Zork
wantsomerye -course ya do


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Tales of Symphonia
alittleninja
Nephry Balfour
Tales of the Abyss
alittlesilver
Mia
Golden Sun
alittlemercury
Luke Triton
Professor Layton
gentlemanintraining
Tear Grants
Tales of the Abyss
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We've been vacationing in the same place every summer for almost as long as I can remember - something like 20 years. The water is always warm (if a little greenish-brown) and there are plenty of shells and little fish and tidepools. It is an ocean-and-nature-and-exploration-lover's biggest dream. When fishing boats pass closer to shore you can see the dolphins chasing after them.

If you take the parasail ride that is no longer legal at our beach you meet ball jellyfish, perfect little spheres of clear squishy with red vein-branches inside and no stingers. Every so often a tiny sand dollar, really a sand quarter (but not really, a sand quarter is 1/4 a sand dollar you know) washes up in one of the tidepools and survives the breaking waves and stomping feet of baby beachcombers.

Once, I found a shark's tooth in the water as the waves rolled in and out, mere minutes after thinking how we never saw sharks' teeth in the sand here. Another time we built a humongous drippy castle with a moat and drippy walls to stand against the tide.

We always purchase (they don't last long anymore) a giant round inflatable raft, for bouncing around in the ocean. At low tide there are virtually no waves of note, just floaters, and it is possible to take a relaxing rocking nap and wake up half a mile down the beach, scraping the sand. At other times - the whole point of the raft - the waves are taller than you are and knock you off your feet, off the raft for sure, and send you rolling in toward the shore with your hair in your face and struggling not to shout at the rush of it all.

It was low tide, this time. My sister, cousin, and aunt were floating around on the raft. I was just swimming - I prefer that most of the time now, but that's another story - about three feet from everyone. The water was peaceful, almost see-through to the bottom. I could make out the hazy peachy outline of untanned feet. We commented, idly, on the abundance of fish jumping out of the water that day, almost a foot long and silvery with shine.

It was a Wednesday.

A wave swelled, and I kicked myself over the top of it. My right foot went thunk against something...fleshy and rigid. Generally when that happens it's one of the foot-long silver fish that love to poke around painted beach toes, and it feels like kicking a squishy scaly slimy floppy thing.

This was different. This reverberated, to the point where my leg and then my brain recognized something as wide as my arms, easily thicker than my upper thigh, without processing that. It was solid - tree-trunk solid - but pliant and rough, not rubber-tire like the ordinary fish. I looked around for my family, because kicking someone's upper leg might feel like this. They were still too far away for me to have possibly kicked.

What I said was, "I just kicked something big." Not willing to stick around to find out any more about it, I started to swim to the shore. To my left, from on top of the raft, my cousin said "A FIN!" and my father immediately returned with "Don't freak out the entire beach, it's probably just a branch."

Then he saw it, too. I was already most of the way in, but I definitely heard him curse before saying "GET OUT OF THE WATER" in his booming lifeguard-and-swim-coach voice. Once we were out, we could see it, chasing around in little turning circles, the most flexible piece of rigid concrete I had ever seen. The fin that poked above the surf bore a black tip.

It didn't take a huge leap of logic to realize what my "something big" probably was. Eloquent as I was at the moment, all I managed was "oh my God I kicked it. With my leg." Mom looked so skeptical at first, but my aunt said no, she heard me mention kicking something large.

Black-tip sharks are not aggressive in nature. However, if you are between their mouth and their meal you are going to get bitten. They grow in size to about five feet long, and can come in closer to shore if chasing schools of fish.

My mother's astute observation after my sister and aunt learned that in their rush search of Wikipedia: "Yeah, you probably could've been bitten." The people who introduced us to this beach have been going there for twenty-five years and had never once seen a shark. It was an unbelievably rare occurrence. We decided that due to the low tide, which took the water line very close to the "sandbar" that typically keeps larger sea creatures away from the shore, being lower than it had been in recent memory, we were just in the right place to interrupt his lunch.

I love sharks. I have loved them since I met them for the first time at Sea World as an old toddler (3? 4?). Sharkey the stuffed great white still sleeps on my bed at times.

And yet when I think of going back into the ocean and the unknown of it, now...there's something there. Something at the edges of my desire to just be in the water from sunup until dinner.

Something with teeth.

It scares me. Not in the PANIC AND PALLOR way, but the...you never know how things could turn out way. A worse, more insidious kind of fear.

Not that I'll ever stop going in the ocean.
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The part of the story nobody knows is from a book.

When I was in my last year of high school I read a book called The Sledding Hill by Chris Crutcher. It was about book banning and the silliness thereof, really. That's not what I remember. I remember three things.

1. The narrator died under a pile of roof slates.
2. The narrator's best friend's father died somehow too, in an unrelated incident, but near the same time.
3. The friend's name was Eddie and his father taught him how to drive in the snow and ice using an empty parking lot and a lot of patience.

The words that stuck with me were "turn into the slide." The characters used that as a metaphor for meeting the tough parts of life head-on, to see where it would take you and help you straighten out. More literally, you do that when you're skidding on ice.

Into the slide, not in the other direction. The other direction makes you slide further.

On the night of February 9, 2010, as I watched the SUV in front of me slide forward and to the right exactly at my turn off of Lancaster, and I slowed to compensate, the snow pouring down like a summer storm and my back window completely obscured in just the short drive down the road from school, wearing my white winter coat and fingerless gloves, heart pounding because what if I hit that car oh my God, the wheels stopped and I, too, found myself a prisoner of the ice.

And I turned into the slide.

It was a moment slow enough that I heard the words from the book echoing in the back of my skull. "Turn into the slide. Eddie's father had him do it, making donuts in the parking lot every time he messed it up, until he got it right and turned into the slide."

So I did.

That's the part of the story that no one has heard.

The next part - the part where I stop, relieved, release the brakes and prepare to accelerate a little bit and turn, where only half the time I recall it do I think I heard a horn wail behind me, then the car jerks forward and up over the curb and I sit, shocked, hands off the wheel and mouth hanging open because was this an accident there is a woman in a car beside me yelling at me to turn, pull over, get off the road, both cars jerk again because a third car couldn't stop before it found us, and we all pull around the corner followed in five second by a cop and I hear the men from the last car calling to report the accident anyway, "no one needs an ambulance" and the cop directs me into the adjacent parking lot where my car will be snowed in to a non-spot for three and a half days, secretly covered in shattered safety glass from some other car and there's a broken taillight and it looks like I punched the trunk and bumper, hard, and I sit inside my car with the engine off trying to call my parents but getting no answer, it's 10 pm of course they're asleep, the snow piles higher and I tell myself over and over calm down, you're okay, you can freak out on your own later, don't freak out here, in the car, in front of the cop, you're okay, it's not terrible, calm down and I call Cayce who says she is coming and the cop is finished, hands me an incident card and I don't have my license it's up there, in the apartment ten feet away, should I get it and he says no, and I lock my snowbound car and cross the street and I'm on the phone with Cayce again and the world goes grey and I almost faint on the sidewalk, I really can't see for a minute and I would have been in total shock and movementless in the calf-high wet heavy snow but somehow I make it upstairs into my apartment and sit on the very edge of the sofa wondering what is real -

Most people don't know all of that either.

It was a small accident. Just a hair worse than a fender-bender, for me. No one was hurt. As the front car, and in such weather, I wasn't at fault in any way. The insurance companies and the collision place all heard that part - the only other thing I could remember, Never Admit Fault for an Accident.

Pieces of that, people know.

No one knows that I was proud of myself, in the seconds before everything changed, for remembering to turn into the slide.

They are my clearest "the last few moments of normalcy" that I have in my entire life. So far. They scare me, now, moments like that. You never know when you wake in the morning what can be done by the end of the day to change you.

But I turned into the slide.

The insurance company
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Every time I pass under a streetlight that suddenly goes on or off, in my head (and sometimes out loud, if I'm alone) a voice says

HARRY POTTER!

Of course, if I say it out loud it's my voice. Inside my head, though, it's Miki's voice, because it's her fault in the first place.

My first ever Otakon included a whole bunch of friends who to my knowledge had previously existed only as words on the internet, and sometimes pictures. It was amazing; people who were closer to me and knew more about me and the way my mind worked than my actual "RL friends".

One night as we passed the food court/mall thing with the Five Guys in it, discussing the release of the latest HP book (set for the next day, so people were all over the street waiting for the midnight party) and as Miki shouted

HARRY POTTER

the streetlight under which we passed suddenly turned off.

This wouldn't be significant if it hadn't happened again on the same trip, the next day. After that we just started saying it any time a light went on or off spontaneously, as though the words themselves were the magic.

So if you catch me whispering something to myself as a streetlight goes out...well, that's why. It's an old joke but it reminds me of one of the best weekends I ever had.
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The more the snow came down, the edgier I grew and the later I stayed up. I was waiting for weather.com to update enough to show me the morning - the forecast for sometime after 4 AM. My plane was due to take off at 11:30 and I really needed to know if I should bother getting up or not to consider heading to the airport. With the roads in that state, there was no telling how long it might take me to make the 20-minute trip.

Southwest's flight plan never changed. Weather web said the snow would taper off by 3...and it did. I went to bed at 4 AM still certain that my flight would be cancelled and I'd have to enact plan B - driving across the state and through the dangerously snowy mountains with a friend.

A phone call woke me at 7 AM - it was my father, telling me the plane was sill scheduled to depart on time and I should get my rear in gear. I rushed around throwing out food that would go out of date while I was gone, packing a few last-minute things into my suitcase, and loading up the dented trunk of my car. Spring break began this way, covered in snow that reached my knees. I told him only to call or text if the plane was cancelled.

I inched out of my apartment's lot, down the street to backtrack toward the highway for the airport. Slow, slow, inching in a very literal way, up the back road and onto the street that would allow me to make a turn onto Lancaster.

Then I passed a lovely little ranch house, snowed-in car parked in the driveway, neatly bisected between front door and garage by a tree that was easily two feet in diameter. I couldn't stop the car on an uncleared road, but I slowed down and gaped and felt in that moment for the family inside. No one was around - did anyone even know?

The drive continued in a light snow, a maximum speed of 25 even on the expressway, speeding up and slowing down purely a function of my gas pedal and the slope of the road. No brakes. Cars all around me, large trucks too, and none of us using our breaks or speeding or edging in on one another.

That whole "big road" ride is a happy and uneventful blur; my only clear memory is of being behind a truck that threw snow from the road, my ungloved hands tight around the wheel, and receiving a text from my father that I could not move my eyes to check. I pulled into the park-n-ride and told the van man, "Southwest," and he gave me the most astonished are-you-sure look. But the text said "still on time" - way to ignore what I said - and I checked myself, the mobile site informing me that 11:30 was my departure time.

It was 8:30 AM.

I spent the morning in a silent, ghost town of an airport - rare for some, impossible for Philadelphia. The same twenty people milled around, gate to gate, stopping at Guava Java for sandwiches and coffee. I had my iPod, my DS, a book - I took a seat at gate E7 in clear view of the line-up screen and the ticket desk and sat. I couldn't focus on any activity, checking obsessively on my phone first, then the screen and the departures board, nervousness edging higher as flights across the board were delayed or cancelled.

People called. People texted, wanting to know the status of my flight. All I would say was "at airport" because I knew if I mentioned it, things would change. Mentioning the still-on-time-and-taking-off status would kill it. So I remained resolutely silent and on the edge of my seat.

At 11:00 AM, with a plane at the gate waiting for us, all of the people who still believed in the departure of this flight boarded the plane. We spent ten minutes being de-iced, lined up between a Fed-Ex mail plane and a UPS package plane, both of them half our size.

Takeoff happened. The part I still can't get over, right there, that's it; and the flight attendant turned on the speaker and said:

"Congratulations, you're all on the last passenger plane out of Philadelphia today. The airport started closing down after we left."

I don't even think I ate my pretzels, after that. All I could think to drink was water. We jumped above the clouds that dumped snow, and they spanned the state for the entire flight; we descended right through them again into a leafless, snow-covered hilly landing. No brakes.

The airport on the other side was just as empty and abandoned; we were the only people in the entire A terminal. I couldn't believe the entire walk from gate to drop-off area, where my dad was standing with car keys in hand and a matching bewildered expression on his face.

I don't remember the drive home, either. I do recall saying "I'm here. I don't know how I got here but it happened."

It's up there on the list of most surreal days of my life.
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In a time long before Black and White - in fact, I think it was shortly after HGSS, because that's what this promo was about - the Nintendo people released a weird-colored Pichu to be distributed over Nintendo WFC.

HA! I said, to myself. I am in this apartment with internet, let me connect my DS to it and download this Pichu. ...But it didn't work. I couldn't connect, even though I was sure of my password.

The problem turned out to be the WPA encryption - even though my DS(i?) could handle the WPA password, the game itself...could not. How unfair. I only know even that because I did some extensive research - that's also when I found out Nintendo had discontinued their branded wi-fi adapters.

This sent me searching for a compatible device all across the internet. Finding one through Amazon that came with instructions and good ratings, I ordered it. When it arrived I followed the set-up instructions to the best of my ability, but somewhere between installing the supposed software that would help me run it, and reconfiguring my internet to be able to accept the adapter (this should've been a red flag for me, and it kind of was, but I was just too excited), my IP address...thingy...switched from dynamic to static and all of a sudden there was no internet.

Period.

It was a quick fix at the school helpdesk (oh, UNIT. I sort of miss you some days.), but that left me with the terrible conundrum of spent money and a fail adapter. The next thing I searched was for a compatible wi-fi access point for Nintendo in my area. The Internet returned five, including Starbucks and the Apple store at the mall.

So drive number 1 included those stops, as well as two others. At each place I found a discrete, out-of-the-way seat and covertly turned on my game boy DS and tried to connect. Always it was incompatible somehow - my theory is that you needed to get past the "agree to use this free internet" page that comes up when you access it via computer. Not via Pokemon Diamond.

Thankfully Starbucks was within three blocks of the "local gamestop", and it took pretty much all of my gut to walk up to the counter and ask if they had a nintendo wi-fi adapter. The very nice high school clerk checked and said no, no they didn't. But here is a printout list of places that do.

Commence drive #2! Covering four cities and about 20 miles total, I went to three different gamestops. No dice at any of them: one miscatalogued used item, one "oh I think someone walked off with it", and one "they just bought it yesterday." Pay close attention to that second example.

The Granite Run Mall on Route 1 is really not in the best section of town, or the most well-traveled of suburban shopping experiences. With the KOP about 20 minutes away (and the largest retail space of any mall in the country) it's no wonder why. But the people working at the GameStop there will forever have a piece of my heart, and this is why:

"I'm gonna call my friend. He doesn't need his wifi adapter anymore and if he'll trade it in here, I'll hold it for you and sell it to you."

And he did. On the absolute last day of the promo (a 14th is in my mind) after a very long day of classes and activities, I got a phone call saying it was there for me to pick up, and my friend and I took the 40-minute drive to the mall to purchase it. I was exhausted and she was pre-migraine but after all the effort on that clerk's part, I was...touched. I bought it and I thanked them and I promised (to myself) to tell that story if the issue of connecting to WPA ever came up again.

Have used the thing ever since. It worked like a charm on the first try. And it brought me more faith in the goodness of nerd-types like me.
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