My dear friends: polls hate me. All polls hate me. The two remotely hosted solutions I tried didn’t work, and I tried two of the options offered by my host through Fantastico but they didn’t do what I wanted either. And so I have given up the poll option, and I respectfully request that you go leave a comment on the original entry with your choice for what computer game I should get. Even if you already voted - successfully or unsuccessfully - in a poll, please comment and let me know what your vote was for.

These are some rants and thoughts I’ve been saving up about the Sidekick.
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I went to Filene’s Basement today to do a little shopping. I was rather surprised to see a Valentine’s display right inside the front door. It’s only a couple of days after Xmas! I know there’s no merchandising associated with New Year’s Eve or MLK Day, so Valentine’s is the next holiday they’ll be selling stuff for, but did they need to have a display up immediately after Xmas? Why can’t there be a generic display with some nice items that don’t have a holiday association?

Dammit! This afternoon I placed an order through Drugstore.com, and tonight I got a MyPoints e-mail offering 1,000 points for a Drugstore.com purchase of $15 or more. My order was $40, but it’s already listed as shipped and I can’t cancel! Argh. It’s taken a long time to get the 3,535 points I have now, this would have been an awesome boost. I really should try to remember to check MyPoints before buying anything online.

I am so fucking pissed. I’m stunned, I’m outraged, I’m shocked, I’m dumbfounded, and I’m appalled.

Our deaf tenant had asked for an eviction notice so he could show Social Security he needed an advance on his funds. We gave him one, and he took it in; he then said they needed a day to process and promised to give us a check Wednesday morning. We didn’t see him at all yesterday, but around 11:15pm we heard him come home and do a lot of running up and down the stairs. We were both undressed and in bed with the lights off, so we didn’t get up to ask about our check. The front door closed for the last time at about 11:40pm.

This morning, A went downstairs and found mud tracked from the front door over the white throw rug, down the stairs, and up to his room. She called just before my alarm went off and asked if I would think of an excuse to flash his light (we set that up as an alternative to knocking). When I got downstairs I didn’t bother with the light, but rather listened at the door to see if I could hear anything. It was dead quiet, and I knew he wouldn’t hear if I opened the door, so I just peeked in. Everything was gone. Well, not quite everything. He left the futon and its blankets and pillows (the bed was even made), the remote light control from the knocking setup, and the rug. He also left one of our plates on a shelf and a bag of trash. He’d also left our TV where it was in the living room, and left some of his dishes in our kitchen.

Obviously he’d taken the $450 check advanced to him by Social Security and cashed it for himself, so I’m planning to report him for Social Security fraud. We contacted his ex-boyfriend, and it turns out they’d broken up because our former tenant had stolen things from the boyfriend, and owed him several hundred dollars. He’s willing to help out any way he can, so if we can find out that the damn con artist has done this before maybe we can establish a pattern of fraud and get a legal case against him. I don’t care if he goes to jail, or just has to pay us or Social Security the money, or what. I don’t give a damn what happens - even if nothing happens, but you better believe I’m going to follow this through. I refuse to sit back and let this guy fuck me over. Even though the former tenant left a key on the table near the front door, A called the locksmith immediately and left work early to meet him at the house. The locks have already been changed, so if the scumbag tries to come back and get his dishes or steal anything from us, he won’t be able to get in (assuming he made a copy of the key). I am so pissed off. I trusted this guy, and got screwed. Holy fucking hell.

Yesterdays’s print edition of the Blade’s Bitch Session included the following:

To the lesbians who walk around bare-breasted in the dyke march and pride “reclaiming their bodies”: Who had them before you did? Who took them from you? What is it about your saggy boobs that makes you proud? So you’re not slaves to Madison Avenue. But you certainly are to your appetites. Believe me when I say that no straight or gay men ever wanted your bodies to begin with.

This has me so pissed off I haven’t even figured out what to say yet, but you better believe I’m going to. If you come up with something, you can either fill out the form on the site or call it in to 1-800-858-8088. Please do let me know what you say.