Getting this off my chest
Papillon
Today is my husband's birthday.
Many months ago, I wrote an IF game - the last one I've written, so far. I
entered it in a small competition: IFLibComp. I thought there would be more
entrants than there were, so I certainly didn't go in expecting to win
outright. Winning was a pleasant surprise.
Not long after the contest ended I was contacted by the contest organiser to
choose my prizes and send in the information necessary to receive them. I
did, and I asked to be sure I'd done everything I needed to do, and was
assured that I had and everything was fine.
One of those prizes was supposed to be some free games from Activision. None
of their current crop of games are really my style, so I promised the prize
to my husband, who had been really wanting a copy of Return to Castle
Wolfenstein. After all, he had a birthday coming up in a couple months.
And I waited.
And nothing happened.
And I wrote emails asking for an update - had something gone wrong, had
Activision canceled their prize offer, had personal difficulties prevented
the organiser from following through?
And I got no response. I have not heard a single word since April 15th. Nor
have I received any of the three prizes I was told I had won.
It's my husband's birthday today, and he still doesn't have any Wolfenstein.
So I'm really sorry to air the dirty laundry in the group like this, and I
do apologise - I'm just getting it off my chest.
David A. Cornelson
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>
This issue has been addressed privately.
Jarb
A.P. Hill
Troll salvulates and excretes at the mouth. Oh my goodness, what hous
thou been written as circus to my enjoyment that lies before me?
>
> Many months ago, I wrote an IF game - the last one I've written, so far. I
> entered it in a small competition: IFLibComp. I thought there would be more
> entrants than there were, so I certainly didn't go in expecting to win
> outright. Winning was a pleasant surprise.
a palmal at the kitchen table at about 6 in the morn, leaning over,
legs crossed inhaling with a phone about to call several relatives
informing them, that she had won an online authoring competition. The
relatives are very impressed. What's more important is that a level
of adornment has been raised and the fourty two year old now holds a
certain leverage on the estates.
>
> Not long after the contest ended I was contacted by the contest organiser to
> choose my prizes and send in the information necessary to receive them. I
> did, and I asked to be sure I'd done everything I needed to do, and was
> assured that I had and everything was fine.
boy? The next time you are at the grocery store, take a real good
look at the sixteen year old bagging your groceries. That's your
contest organizer, not a suited man at a desk like Santoonie Corp
employees. Try getting a dollar off a bag boy.
>
> One of those prizes was supposed to be some free games from Activision. None
> of their current crop of games are really my style, so I promised the prize
> to my husband, who had been really wanting a copy of Return to Castle
> Wolfenstein. After all, he had a birthday coming up in a couple months.
husband, banking that the gift would arrive soon. I've done the same
thing with ex girlfriends, I would like to highlight EX. I'm usually
dumped for such strategies.
>
> And I waited.
>
> And nothing happened.
>
> And I wrote emails asking for an update - had something gone wrong, had
> Activision canceled their prize offer, had personal difficulties prevented
> the organiser from following through?
> And I got no response. I have not heard a single word since April 15th. Nor
> have I received any of the three prizes I was told I had won.
the Epic? Most people were devoting their April time on Amissville.
>
> It's my husband's birthday today, and he still doesn't have any Wolfenstein.
mental image of the sagging tit lady at the morning station, let's
invoke the better half. It's my husbands birthday and he still
doesn't have any Wolfenstein. A.P. Hill's extra telectual psionics
show a picture of a large fat man sitting on a small blue couch. "FEE
FIE FOE FUM WHERES MY WOLFENSTEIN BITCH?" No wait, that didn't work
too well. Okay, they are at a very upscale Manhattan eatery. White
wine adorns a table, the elegant waiters pace to and fro. A young
lady sits across from her husband who is clad in a tux. The evening
filled with dance and opera. "I got you a gift John." She pulls
forth a small box, opening it to reveal a superbowl ring. I slept
with Micheal Irvin to get this for you.", she says reaching for her
husbands hand. John quickly removes his hand from the table, "That's
nice, but I was really expecting Wolfenstein. Where's my
Wolfenstein?"
>
> So I'm really sorry to air the dirty laundry in the group like this, and I
> do apologise - I'm just getting it off my chest.
A.P. Hill
Troll on Duty Mon - Fri 8-5pm
Knight37
>> to my husband, who had been really wanting a copy of Return to Castle
>> Wolfenstein. After all, he had a birthday coming up in a couple months.
> So, you backed yourself in a corner and didn't get anything for your
> husband, banking that the gift would arrive soon. I've done the same
> thing with ex girlfriends, I would like to highlight EX. I'm usually
> dumped for such strategies.
I'm sure it sounded like a plausible excuse to you at the time when they
dumped you.
--
Knight37
Now you're standing there tongue tied
You'd better learn your lesson well
Hide what you have to hide
And tell what you have to tell
-- Depeche Mode, "Policy of Truth"
A.P. Hill
necessary. Unfortunetly, I now am experiencing a horrible pain,
probably an ulcer inflicted by the furious laughing. Laughing can
cause acid reflux and it hurts.
A.P. Hill
Medic!!!!
Adam Thornton
>I'm sure it sounded like a plausible excuse to you at the time when they
>dumped you.
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Pavel Aubuchon-Mendoza
Matthew W. Miller
> Oh my goodness
Go away.
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Jelly
can be a stuffy wine-club of an environment; quite indeed like throwing the
shutters open on a dark, musty room and giving it a little light for a
change.
It can be trendy to call Mr. "Hill" down for his postings, but I privately
smile to myself. I for one hope he sticks around.
"A.P. Hill" <aph...@altavista.com> wrote in message
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Ann O'nymous
A.P, I'm surprised that you didn't take more notice of her chest - and
the thought of getting things off of it.
(and since when did Santoonie corp employees wear suits (or have
desks) ?)
A.P. Hill
Santoonie Corp do. I wear jeans and a Tony Hawk Birdhouse shirt
usually. Let's see, there's Tilli who always wears a suit, usually
grey tones. There's Lunsford L. Lomax who probably wins the most
starch contest. Hmmmm, Bragg shows up in a Col. Sanders white suit
alot. On occassion, associates show up from satellite offices. The
only time I don't see employees in suits is during special events like
Santoonie Picnics and such.
I have a hand-me-down suit from my cousin. It's blue, but when I wore
it to work, everyone started laughing. They quickly pointed out the
sleeves were about five inches too short and they said it looked like
something from the sixties. It was two tone, light blue coat with
dark blue trim on the vest. It had swirls. I thought it was pretty
cool, but needless to say, I never wore that again.
A.P. Hill
Santoonie Corp.
Aris Katsaris
"Jelly" <jer...@overtime.ca> wrote in message news:eHEY8.233$95.18754@news...
> It can be trendy to call Mr. "Hill" down for his postings, but I privately
> smile to myself.
Not so privately. You thought it good to encourage his horrible behaviour
in public, simply because you think he's "amusingly" obnoxious.
> I for one hope he sticks around.
I, for one, hope he catches some horrible crippling disease which will
prevent him from using a keyboard ever again.
Aris Katsaris
Knight37
Oh come on, it's not like he ran over your dog.
--
Knight37
If for honesty
You want apologies
I don't sympathize
If for kindness
You substitute blindness
Please open your eyes
-- Depeche Mode, "Condemnation"
A.P. Hill
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Nikos Chantziaras
Shake your head left and right. Do you hear something?
-- Me
MoonCrow
Hm. This is actually an improvement...
-MoonCrow