Dec
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2010
Are You Finding Everything Okay?
Monday, December 20, 2010 - 07:39:06 pm
(Posted Under: I Don't Mean To Be A Dick, But...)
It's a conundrum, I dread setting foot in Best Buy. And yet, am drawn to the place. It's the affliction of being a tech guy. It doesn't matter than 99.5% of the time I don't actually want to purchase anything. If you're going to be out in the retail world, you're drawn to the store, if only to check out everything you're not going to buy - but would if you lived in a world of no consequence. Which, if you know me at all, I clearly do not.
But along with that allure comes the dread. The Best Buy dread. It sets in the moment you step foot through the sliding doors. The root cause of Best Buy dread can be summed up in one sentence:
"Are you finding everything okay?"
The dread encompasses you the moment you step through the doors, as you know you have surrendered your sanity to the Best Buy devil. You've somehow entered a non written and non verbal agreement to be harassed by every $7 an hour blue shirted employee with the question "Are you finding everything okay?"
Look, your large store has more than adequate signage. And hey, you're stock isn't boxed up in the warehouse out the back. Thanks to decades of retail research and experience, you have these amazing inventions known as "shelves". And furthermore, you have all of your products, in shinny colorful packaging that manufacturers have carefully designed to catch my eye, to entice my desire to hand over dinero in exchange for them. So, when I'm standing in front of these wonderful shelves, filled with product in designer packaging, I've got to admit, yes, I'm finding everything just fine. I mean, have you not noticed, it's fucking right there in front of me? Did you somehow miss that I'm looking right at it? That I'm not looking around puzzled with a look on my face that screams "now, where would I find those pesky iPod's in a place like this?!?"
So where does this annoying facet of American culture stem from? Because, while I refer specifically to Best Buy dread, it's certainly an American culture thing, where Best Buy is one of the more obnoxious and infuriating offenders, but certainly not the only one.
Is it pure Capitalism at work? The idea that more interaction any particular customer equates with increased opportunity to push a sale? The good old car salesman approach? If so, you've lost me. Factoring my desire for a product, and the availability thereof elsewhere, I will go out of my way to make the purchase elsewhere if you've forgotten the concept of personal space.
Or does Best Buy simply think that it's entire customer base, virtually the entire population of the United States, is that retardedly stoopid (with two O's) that every poor soul that walks through the door needs their hands held? That they need at least half of the floor staff on duty to pose the question "are you finding everything okay?" at five minute or less intervals. DVD's are over there, MP3 players there, and computers over there. Short of being completely illiterate and/or not being able to distinguish the difference between an iPod and a TV, it's not exactly rocket science. And in the case today, when I'm actually not finding everything okay, it doesn't take a medical degree to realize that it's because your shitty store doesn't carry what I want. And it doesn't take the sed degree to know well enough not to dig my own grave and utter the words "no I'm not". As we all know fully well that is going to only prolong this useless dialog, which isn't going to change the fact that I'm not going to walk out with the product that I want.
Or, is it the most acceptable, but by far least possible explanation that you're scared shitless that I'm going to walk out of your store with some precious merchandise without paying for it? Sure, you don't know that I haven't stolen anything in my life, nor plan to. But I still can't buy that I look dodgy enough to warrant 6 "customer services representatives" in 5 minutes to pose the dreaded "are you finding everything okay?" inquisition. Even without being decked out in 3 piece suit, and with long hair. Even when I haven't shaved in 2 weeks. I just fail to believe that I even remotely look dodgy enough for this to be the answer. But if it is, word to the wise, in addition to the security scanners adorning the front doors you have at least one guy on the door watching everyone who walks out. You remember him. The guy that almost equally pisses me off. The one who is convinced that my sole reason for entering your store stems from completely severe depression in my lonely life to receive a "hello" from a complete stranger in a blue shirt. Whether I want it or not. Which, I don't. If I make a purchase, sure some friendly banter with the checkout dude/chick is fine. We're making a transaction, so I'm down for social interaction. Merely walking into your store - not so much. My existence isn't quite that sad yet. Anyways, I'm talking about that guy. The guy that wants to be my best friend walking in, and is probably looking suspiciously at me and everyone else as I walk out. If making out like a bandit was my intention, I don't know that you don't already have your bases covered. And if you're still worried, institute a security pat down of TSA proportions at the exits. Hell, you can grab my junk if it means I never have to deal with another blue shirt douchebag uttering the words "Are you finding everything okay?" ever again.
Of course, Murphey's Law is never far from anything, and Best Buy dread is no more exempted than anything else. That is, on the very rare occasions that I'm not just browsing, or even more rare, don't know exactly what I want, and need to blue shirt - I can't get arrested by the smurf army. And those are the times that I really want to kick Murphey square in the balls. Those amazingly rare Best Buy experiences, that have been completely "are you finding everything okay?" free would be an absolute joy, except you actually need some help. It absolutely happens without fail. On every other occasion, you can't avoid the army of $7 an hour smurfs, despite every desire to, but if you actually need one, you have to literally go on a smurf hunt. Typically I'll avoid making any eye contact with a smurf, as well as go to great lengths to avoid looking confused, lost or any other way that can in anyway be construed as needing any sort of help whatsoever. Always completely unsuccessfully. However, when you actually need something that remotely resembles assistance, employing the reverse techniques - making an eye contact, or shooting a "help me" glance in any direction of a smurf - is completely in vein. Fuck you, Murphey.
The most recent of the rare occurrences of the rare and almost fabled "smurf hunt" happened about a month ago, while looking at cameras. A high ticket item. Your sheer presence in the DSLR camera section will make you a smurf magnet. But not this afternoon in Mesa. I was after a USB HDD, and probably had been in the desert heat too long, as I'd decided that I feeling crazy enough to engage a smurf in a dialog about the Nikon D5000. (While it's fun to blame the loco behavior on the desert heat, it was actually undeniably eagerness about the camera). I picked up the hard drive, with super stealthyness to avoid any computer smurfs, then went over the the cameras, where we lingered and generally adorned a stance combined with glancing around which might as well have equated to a smurf mating call. Of course, opportunity knocked, and Murphey answered. We stood there for several minutes, without a single smurfing picking up on the scent. A smurf hunt ensured, which took way too long. Once we'd wrangled a smurf, he promptly couldn't get the one camera we wanted to play with to work. Awesome. Walking off, we stumbled across a D5000 attached to a computer, and proceeded to play with that. Still hadn't had the opportunity to fire off my questions, so I flagged down the previously wrangled smurf to do so.
Despite not having any high expectations of the sort of knowledge I'd be extract from a smurf,it was quite a dialog. Despite being programmed to blurt "are you finding everything okay?" with more frequency than Lindsey Loham gets arrested, the smurfs know absolutely jack shit about - well, probably anything. Despite my lowered expectations, the dialog with this particular smurf was amazingly terrible. The pinnacle of the dialog was when I asked if the D5000 performed well in low light. Y'know, night photography. And of particular interest to me, photographing live music. The response: "Yeah, I guess. But you need light for a photo, so..."*. Thanks for that. You must be Dopey Smurf, the black sheep of the smurfs that didn't even make the cartoon. You've managed to enlighten me on only one thing - Papa Smurf should have been given vasectomy.
But back to the Best Buy dread. I've had enough. I'm fighting back. The idea of biting the next smurf that says "are you finding everything okay?" is alluring. But I'm sure that sort of retaliation would come with some sort of consequence I'm not really up for. Whether it be rabies, or a citation. I don't need either.
Instead, the next time I hear that all to familiar question, I am going to respond with the most sarcastic response I can think of. I'm actually going to start vaulting any I think of, for my next trip to Best Buy. It's a counter productive endeavor, as it will actually fuel the useless dialog with smurfs that the anti socialite in me desires to avoid. But by god, it's time to fuck with things. Thankfully, last time I checked there was no law against being a smart arse.
I'm absolutely all about being helpful and courtesy. But the "are you finding everything okay?" routine is just plain and simple obnoxious. I'm done with being polite about it. Game on smurfs!
* Light is absolutely the fundamental element that makes photography possible. With that said, the D5000 does perform quite well in low light. And in extremely low light when you play with shutter speeds and ISO settings. In fact, just a 30 second shutter speed can render amazing results in a seemingly pitch black room, far beyond what the naked eye can see. This is what I was interested in. Not a 4th grade level explanation of the basic physics of photography. I'm pretty sure any photographer looking at a DSLR camera, or hell, anyone that passed 4th grade is all over that.
But along with that allure comes the dread. The Best Buy dread. It sets in the moment you step foot through the sliding doors. The root cause of Best Buy dread can be summed up in one sentence:
"Are you finding everything okay?"
The dread encompasses you the moment you step through the doors, as you know you have surrendered your sanity to the Best Buy devil. You've somehow entered a non written and non verbal agreement to be harassed by every $7 an hour blue shirted employee with the question "Are you finding everything okay?"
Look, your large store has more than adequate signage. And hey, you're stock isn't boxed up in the warehouse out the back. Thanks to decades of retail research and experience, you have these amazing inventions known as "shelves". And furthermore, you have all of your products, in shinny colorful packaging that manufacturers have carefully designed to catch my eye, to entice my desire to hand over dinero in exchange for them. So, when I'm standing in front of these wonderful shelves, filled with product in designer packaging, I've got to admit, yes, I'm finding everything just fine. I mean, have you not noticed, it's fucking right there in front of me? Did you somehow miss that I'm looking right at it? That I'm not looking around puzzled with a look on my face that screams "now, where would I find those pesky iPod's in a place like this?!?"
So where does this annoying facet of American culture stem from? Because, while I refer specifically to Best Buy dread, it's certainly an American culture thing, where Best Buy is one of the more obnoxious and infuriating offenders, but certainly not the only one.
Is it pure Capitalism at work? The idea that more interaction any particular customer equates with increased opportunity to push a sale? The good old car salesman approach? If so, you've lost me. Factoring my desire for a product, and the availability thereof elsewhere, I will go out of my way to make the purchase elsewhere if you've forgotten the concept of personal space.
Or does Best Buy simply think that it's entire customer base, virtually the entire population of the United States, is that retardedly stoopid (with two O's) that every poor soul that walks through the door needs their hands held? That they need at least half of the floor staff on duty to pose the question "are you finding everything okay?" at five minute or less intervals. DVD's are over there, MP3 players there, and computers over there. Short of being completely illiterate and/or not being able to distinguish the difference between an iPod and a TV, it's not exactly rocket science. And in the case today, when I'm actually not finding everything okay, it doesn't take a medical degree to realize that it's because your shitty store doesn't carry what I want. And it doesn't take the sed degree to know well enough not to dig my own grave and utter the words "no I'm not". As we all know fully well that is going to only prolong this useless dialog, which isn't going to change the fact that I'm not going to walk out with the product that I want.
Or, is it the most acceptable, but by far least possible explanation that you're scared shitless that I'm going to walk out of your store with some precious merchandise without paying for it? Sure, you don't know that I haven't stolen anything in my life, nor plan to. But I still can't buy that I look dodgy enough to warrant 6 "customer services representatives" in 5 minutes to pose the dreaded "are you finding everything okay?" inquisition. Even without being decked out in 3 piece suit, and with long hair. Even when I haven't shaved in 2 weeks. I just fail to believe that I even remotely look dodgy enough for this to be the answer. But if it is, word to the wise, in addition to the security scanners adorning the front doors you have at least one guy on the door watching everyone who walks out. You remember him. The guy that almost equally pisses me off. The one who is convinced that my sole reason for entering your store stems from completely severe depression in my lonely life to receive a "hello" from a complete stranger in a blue shirt. Whether I want it or not. Which, I don't. If I make a purchase, sure some friendly banter with the checkout dude/chick is fine. We're making a transaction, so I'm down for social interaction. Merely walking into your store - not so much. My existence isn't quite that sad yet. Anyways, I'm talking about that guy. The guy that wants to be my best friend walking in, and is probably looking suspiciously at me and everyone else as I walk out. If making out like a bandit was my intention, I don't know that you don't already have your bases covered. And if you're still worried, institute a security pat down of TSA proportions at the exits. Hell, you can grab my junk if it means I never have to deal with another blue shirt douchebag uttering the words "Are you finding everything okay?" ever again.
Of course, Murphey's Law is never far from anything, and Best Buy dread is no more exempted than anything else. That is, on the very rare occasions that I'm not just browsing, or even more rare, don't know exactly what I want, and need to blue shirt - I can't get arrested by the smurf army. And those are the times that I really want to kick Murphey square in the balls. Those amazingly rare Best Buy experiences, that have been completely "are you finding everything okay?" free would be an absolute joy, except you actually need some help. It absolutely happens without fail. On every other occasion, you can't avoid the army of $7 an hour smurfs, despite every desire to, but if you actually need one, you have to literally go on a smurf hunt. Typically I'll avoid making any eye contact with a smurf, as well as go to great lengths to avoid looking confused, lost or any other way that can in anyway be construed as needing any sort of help whatsoever. Always completely unsuccessfully. However, when you actually need something that remotely resembles assistance, employing the reverse techniques - making an eye contact, or shooting a "help me" glance in any direction of a smurf - is completely in vein. Fuck you, Murphey.
The most recent of the rare occurrences of the rare and almost fabled "smurf hunt" happened about a month ago, while looking at cameras. A high ticket item. Your sheer presence in the DSLR camera section will make you a smurf magnet. But not this afternoon in Mesa. I was after a USB HDD, and probably had been in the desert heat too long, as I'd decided that I feeling crazy enough to engage a smurf in a dialog about the Nikon D5000. (While it's fun to blame the loco behavior on the desert heat, it was actually undeniably eagerness about the camera). I picked up the hard drive, with super stealthyness to avoid any computer smurfs, then went over the the cameras, where we lingered and generally adorned a stance combined with glancing around which might as well have equated to a smurf mating call. Of course, opportunity knocked, and Murphey answered. We stood there for several minutes, without a single smurfing picking up on the scent. A smurf hunt ensured, which took way too long. Once we'd wrangled a smurf, he promptly couldn't get the one camera we wanted to play with to work. Awesome. Walking off, we stumbled across a D5000 attached to a computer, and proceeded to play with that. Still hadn't had the opportunity to fire off my questions, so I flagged down the previously wrangled smurf to do so.
Despite not having any high expectations of the sort of knowledge I'd be extract from a smurf,it was quite a dialog. Despite being programmed to blurt "are you finding everything okay?" with more frequency than Lindsey Loham gets arrested, the smurfs know absolutely jack shit about - well, probably anything. Despite my lowered expectations, the dialog with this particular smurf was amazingly terrible. The pinnacle of the dialog was when I asked if the D5000 performed well in low light. Y'know, night photography. And of particular interest to me, photographing live music. The response: "Yeah, I guess. But you need light for a photo, so..."*. Thanks for that. You must be Dopey Smurf, the black sheep of the smurfs that didn't even make the cartoon. You've managed to enlighten me on only one thing - Papa Smurf should have been given vasectomy.
But back to the Best Buy dread. I've had enough. I'm fighting back. The idea of biting the next smurf that says "are you finding everything okay?" is alluring. But I'm sure that sort of retaliation would come with some sort of consequence I'm not really up for. Whether it be rabies, or a citation. I don't need either.
Instead, the next time I hear that all to familiar question, I am going to respond with the most sarcastic response I can think of. I'm actually going to start vaulting any I think of, for my next trip to Best Buy. It's a counter productive endeavor, as it will actually fuel the useless dialog with smurfs that the anti socialite in me desires to avoid. But by god, it's time to fuck with things. Thankfully, last time I checked there was no law against being a smart arse.
I'm absolutely all about being helpful and courtesy. But the "are you finding everything okay?" routine is just plain and simple obnoxious. I'm done with being polite about it. Game on smurfs!
* Light is absolutely the fundamental element that makes photography possible. With that said, the D5000 does perform quite well in low light. And in extremely low light when you play with shutter speeds and ISO settings. In fact, just a 30 second shutter speed can render amazing results in a seemingly pitch black room, far beyond what the naked eye can see. This is what I was interested in. Not a 4th grade level explanation of the basic physics of photography. I'm pretty sure any photographer looking at a DSLR camera, or hell, anyone that passed 4th grade is all over that.
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- Tue, Mar 9, 2010
- Sun, Mar 7, 2010
- Fri, Mar 5, 2010
- Wed, Mar 3, 2010
- Mon, Mar 1, 2010
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►February 2010 (31)
- Sun, Feb 28, 2010
- Sat, Feb 27, 2010
- Fri, Feb 26, 2010
- Thu, Feb 25, 2010
- Wed, Feb 24, 2010
- Sun, Feb 21, 2010
- Sat, Feb 20, 2010
- Thu, Feb 18, 2010
- Sun, Feb 14, 2010
- Sat, Feb 13, 2010
- Fri, Feb 12, 2010
- Wed, Feb 10, 2010
- Tue, Feb 9, 2010
- Sun, Feb 7, 2010
- Fri, Feb 5, 2010
- Thu, Feb 4, 2010
- Wed, Feb 3, 2010
- Tue, Feb 2, 2010
- Mon, Feb 1, 2010
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►January 2010 (27)
- Sat, Jan 30, 2010
- Fri, Jan 29, 2010
- Wed, Jan 27, 2010
- Sun, Jan 24, 2010
- Sat, Jan 23, 2010
- Fri, Jan 22, 2010
- Mon, Jan 18, 2010
- Sun, Jan 17, 2010
- Sat, Jan 16, 2010
- Fri, Jan 15, 2010
- Wed, Jan 13, 2010
- Mon, Jan 11, 2010
- Sun, Jan 10, 2010
- Sat, Jan 9, 2010
- Fri, Jan 8, 2010
- Thu, Jan 7, 2010
- Wed, Jan 6, 2010
- Sun, Jan 3, 2010
- Fri, Jan 1, 2010
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►December 2009 (27)
- Thu, Dec 31, 2009
- Mon, Dec 28, 2009
- Sun, Dec 27, 2009
- Fri, Dec 25, 2009
- Wed, Dec 23, 2009
- Sun, Dec 20, 2009
- Thu, Dec 17, 2009
- Wed, Dec 16, 2009
- Sun, Dec 13, 2009
- Sat, Dec 12, 2009
- Fri, Dec 11, 2009
- Mon, Dec 7, 2009
- Sun, Dec 6, 2009
- Sat, Dec 5, 2009
- Fri, Dec 4, 2009
- Thu, Dec 3, 2009
- Wed, Dec 2, 2009
- Tue, Dec 1, 2009
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►November 2009 (28)
- Sat, Nov 28, 2009
- Fri, Nov 27, 2009
- Wed, Nov 25, 2009
- Tue, Nov 24, 2009
- Mon, Nov 23, 2009
- Sun, Nov 22, 2009
- Sat, Nov 21, 2009
- Thu, Nov 19, 2009
- Tue, Nov 17, 2009
- Sat, Nov 14, 2009
- Fri, Nov 13, 2009
- Thu, Nov 12, 2009
- Wed, Nov 11, 2009
- Tue, Nov 10, 2009
- Sun, Nov 8, 2009
- Sat, Nov 7, 2009
- Thu, Nov 5, 2009
- Tue, Nov 3, 2009
- Mon, Nov 2, 2009
- Sun, Nov 1, 2009
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►October 2009 (31)
- Sat, Oct 31, 2009
- Fri, Oct 30, 2009
- Thu, Oct 29, 2009
- Wed, Oct 28, 2009
- Tue, Oct 27, 2009
- Sun, Oct 25, 2009
- Sat, Oct 24, 2009
- Fri, Oct 23, 2009
- Thu, Oct 22, 2009
- Wed, Oct 21, 2009
- Tue, Oct 20, 2009
- Mon, Oct 19, 2009
- Wed, Oct 14, 2009
- Tue, Oct 13, 2009
- Mon, Oct 12, 2009
- Fri, Oct 9, 2009
- Wed, Oct 7, 2009
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►September 2009 (23)
- Sat, Sep 26, 2009
- Tue, Sep 22, 2009
- Mon, Sep 21, 2009
- Sun, Sep 20, 2009
- Fri, Sep 18, 2009
- Thu, Sep 17, 2009
- Wed, Sep 16, 2009
- Tue, Sep 15, 2009
- Mon, Sep 14, 2009
- Sun, Sep 13, 2009
- Sat, Sep 12, 2009
- Fri, Sep 11, 2009
- Thu, Sep 10, 2009
- Wed, Sep 9, 2009
- Sun, Sep 6, 2009
- Wed, Sep 2, 2009
- Tue, Sep 1, 2009
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►August 2009 (11)
- Sun, Aug 30, 2009
- Thu, Aug 27, 2009
- Wed, Aug 26, 2009
- Mon, Aug 24, 2009
- Fri, Aug 21, 2009
- Sat, Aug 15, 2009
- Fri, Aug 14, 2009
- Wed, Aug 12, 2009
- Mon, Aug 10, 2009
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►July 2009 (17)
- Sun, Jul 26, 2009
- Fri, Jul 24, 2009
- Wed, Jul 22, 2009
- Sun, Jul 19, 2009
- Sat, Jul 18, 2009
- Thu, Jul 16, 2009
- Sun, Jul 12, 2009
- Sat, Jul 11, 2009
- Fri, Jul 10, 2009
- Thu, Jul 9, 2009
- Mon, Jul 6, 2009
- Sun, Jul 5, 2009
- Sat, Jul 4, 2009
- Fri, Jul 3, 2009
- Wed, Jul 1, 2009
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►June 2009 (32)
- Mon, Jun 29, 2009
- Sat, Jun 27, 2009
- Thu, Jun 25, 2009
- Wed, Jun 24, 2009
- Tue, Jun 23, 2009
- Mon, Jun 22, 2009
- Sun, Jun 21, 2009
- Sat, Jun 20, 2009
- Fri, Jun 19, 2009
- Thu, Jun 18, 2009
- Wed, Jun 17, 2009
- Tue, Jun 16, 2009
- Mon, Jun 15, 2009
- Sun, Jun 14, 2009
- Fri, Jun 12, 2009
- Thu, Jun 11, 2009
- Wed, Jun 10, 2009
- Tue, Jun 9, 2009
- Mon, Jun 8, 2009
- Sun, Jun 7, 2009
- Sat, Jun 6, 2009
- Fri, Jun 5, 2009
- Wed, Jun 3, 2009
- Tue, Jun 2, 2009
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►May 2009 (14)
- Sat, May 30, 2009
- Thu, May 28, 2009
- Sun, May 24, 2009
- Sat, May 23, 2009
- Thu, May 21, 2009
- Wed, May 20, 2009
- Sat, May 16, 2009
- Thu, May 14, 2009
- Wed, May 13, 2009
- Mon, May 11, 2009
- Sun, May 10, 2009
- Thu, May 7, 2009
- Tue, May 5, 2009
- Fri, May 1, 2009
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►April 2009 (8)
- Thu, Apr 30, 2009
- Mon, Apr 27, 2009
- Sat, Apr 25, 2009
- Mon, Apr 20, 2009
- Sun, Apr 19, 2009
- Wed, Apr 1, 2009
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►March 2009 (10)
- Sun, Mar 29, 2009
- Fri, Mar 27, 2009
- Wed, Mar 25, 2009
- Sat, Mar 21, 2009
- Thu, Mar 19, 2009
- Wed, Mar 18, 2009
- Fri, Mar 13, 2009
- Wed, Mar 11, 2009
- Thu, Mar 5, 2009
- Tue, Mar 3, 2009
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►February 2009 (8)
- Mon, Feb 23, 2009
- Wed, Feb 18, 2009
- Tue, Feb 17, 2009
- Mon, Feb 16, 2009
- Sun, Feb 15, 2009
- Sat, Feb 14, 2009
- Tue, Feb 10, 2009
- Wed, Feb 4, 2009
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►January 2009 (10)
- Wed, Jan 28, 2009
- Sat, Jan 24, 2009
- Thu, Jan 22, 2009
- Wed, Jan 21, 2009
- Tue, Jan 20, 2009
- Mon, Jan 12, 2009
- Fri, Jan 9, 2009
- Fri, Jan 2, 2009
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►December 2008 (2)
- Wed, Dec 31, 2008
- Wed, Dec 10, 2008
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►November 2008 (11)
- Sun, Nov 30, 2008
- Thu, Nov 27, 2008
- Wed, Nov 26, 2008
- Sun, Nov 23, 2008
- Thu, Nov 20, 2008
- Tue, Nov 18, 2008
- Sun, Nov 16, 2008
- Fri, Nov 14, 2008
- Thu, Nov 13, 2008
- Tue, Nov 11, 2008
- Sun, Nov 2, 2008
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►October 2008 (4)
- Mon, Oct 27, 2008
- Mon, Oct 20, 2008
- Thu, Oct 16, 2008
- Sun, Oct 5, 2008
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►September 2008 (4)
- Wed, Sep 24, 2008
- Wed, Sep 17, 2008
- Mon, Sep 15, 2008
- Tue, Sep 9, 2008
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►August 2008 (5)
- Wed, Aug 27, 2008
- Thu, Aug 21, 2008
- Sat, Aug 9, 2008
- Fri, Aug 8, 2008
- Wed, Aug 6, 2008
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►July 2008 (2)
- Thu, Jul 10, 2008
- Fri, Jul 4, 2008
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►June 2008 (3)
- Tue, Jun 24, 2008
- Thu, Jun 19, 2008
- Mon, Jun 9, 2008
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►May 2008 (3)
- Wed, May 28, 2008
- Sat, May 17, 2008
- Sat, May 10, 2008
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►April 2008 (9)
- Thu, Apr 10, 2008
- Wed, Apr 9, 2008
- Tue, Apr 8, 2008
- Sun, Apr 6, 2008
- Sat, Apr 5, 2008
- Thu, Apr 3, 2008
- Wed, Apr 2, 2008
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►March 2008 (10)
- Mon, Mar 31, 2008
- Sun, Mar 30, 2008
- Sat, Mar 29, 2008
- Fri, Mar 28, 2008
- Wed, Mar 19, 2008
- Wed, Mar 12, 2008
- Sun, Mar 9, 2008
- Sat, Mar 8, 2008
- Thu, Mar 6, 2008
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►February 2008 (9)
- Sat, Feb 23, 2008
- Thu, Feb 21, 2008
- Wed, Feb 20, 2008
- Sat, Feb 16, 2008
- Thu, Feb 14, 2008
- Sat, Feb 9, 2008
- Wed, Feb 6, 2008
- Sat, Feb 2, 2008
- Fri, Feb 1, 2008
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►January 2008 (12)
- Wed, Jan 23, 2008
- Thu, Jan 17, 2008
- Sun, Jan 13, 2008
- Fri, Jan 11, 2008
- Thu, Jan 10, 2008
- Tue, Jan 8, 2008
- Mon, Jan 7, 2008
- Sun, Jan 6, 2008
- Wed, Jan 2, 2008
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►December 2007 (5)
- Mon, Dec 31, 2007
- Thu, Dec 20, 2007
- Tue, Dec 11, 2007
- Sun, Dec 9, 2007
- Wed, Dec 5, 2007
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►November 2007 (9)
- Wed, Nov 28, 2007
- Sat, Nov 24, 2007
- Sat, Nov 10, 2007
- Thu, Nov 8, 2007
- Wed, Nov 7, 2007
- Tue, Nov 6, 2007
- Thu, Nov 1, 2007
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►October 2007 (5)
- Fri, Oct 19, 2007
- Tue, Oct 16, 2007
- Fri, Oct 5, 2007
- Thu, Oct 4, 2007
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►September 2007 (3)
- Tue, Sep 11, 2007
- Sun, Sep 9, 2007
- Thu, Sep 6, 2007
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►August 2007 (8)
- Wed, Aug 29, 2007
- Tue, Aug 28, 2007
- Sun, Aug 26, 2007
- Fri, Aug 24, 2007
- Fri, Aug 17, 2007
- Sun, Aug 12, 2007
- Thu, Aug 2, 2007
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►July 2007 (6)
- Thu, Jul 26, 2007
- Wed, Jul 25, 2007
- Fri, Jul 20, 2007
- Tue, Jul 17, 2007
- Mon, Jul 2, 2007
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►June 2007 (12)
- Wed, Jun 27, 2007
- Tue, Jun 26, 2007
- Wed, Jun 20, 2007
- Tue, Jun 19, 2007
- Mon, Jun 18, 2007
- Wed, Jun 13, 2007
- Mon, Jun 11, 2007
- Thu, Jun 7, 2007
- Fri, Jun 1, 2007
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►May 2007 (13)
- Mon, May 28, 2007
- Sun, May 27, 2007
- Wed, May 23, 2007
- Sat, May 19, 2007
- Fri, May 18, 2007
- Tue, May 15, 2007
- Mon, May 14, 2007
- Sun, May 13, 2007
- Thu, May 10, 2007
- Sun, May 6, 2007
- Wed, May 2, 2007
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►April 2007 (20)
- Mon, Apr 30, 2007
- Sun, Apr 29, 2007
- Wed, Apr 25, 2007
- Mon, Apr 23, 2007
- Sun, Apr 22, 2007
- Fri, Apr 20, 2007
- Fri, Apr 13, 2007
- Wed, Apr 11, 2007
- Sun, Apr 8, 2007
- Sat, Apr 7, 2007
- Fri, Apr 6, 2007
- Wed, Apr 4, 2007
- Tue, Apr 3, 2007
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►March 2007 (10)
- Sat, Mar 31, 2007
- Sun, Mar 25, 2007
- Fri, Mar 16, 2007
- Mon, Mar 12, 2007
- Sun, Mar 11, 2007
- Tue, Mar 6, 2007
- Mon, Mar 5, 2007
- Fri, Mar 2, 2007
- Thu, Mar 1, 2007
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►February 2007 (11)
- Wed, Feb 28, 2007
- Tue, Feb 27, 2007
- Sat, Feb 24, 2007
- Fri, Feb 23, 2007
- Wed, Feb 21, 2007
- Tue, Feb 20, 2007
- Sun, Feb 18, 2007
- Wed, Feb 14, 2007
- Sat, Feb 3, 2007
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►January 2007 (14)
- Mon, Jan 29, 2007
- Sun, Jan 28, 2007
- Wed, Jan 24, 2007
- Tue, Jan 23, 2007
- Sun, Jan 21, 2007
- Thu, Jan 18, 2007
- Mon, Jan 15, 2007
- Sat, Jan 13, 2007
- Sun, Jan 7, 2007
- Sat, Jan 6, 2007
- Fri, Jan 5, 2007
- Thu, Jan 4, 2007
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►December 2006 (6)
- Sat, Dec 30, 2006
- Fri, Dec 22, 2006
- Thu, Dec 14, 2006
- Wed, Dec 6, 2006
- Sat, Dec 2, 2006
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►November 2006 (12)
- Thu, Nov 30, 2006
- Sat, Nov 25, 2006
- Tue, Nov 21, 2006
- Thu, Nov 16, 2006
- Wed, Nov 15, 2006
- Tue, Nov 14, 2006
- Thu, Nov 9, 2006
- Tue, Nov 7, 2006
- Sun, Nov 5, 2006
- Wed, Nov 1, 2006
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►October 2006 (10)
- Tue, Oct 31, 2006
- Sat, Oct 28, 2006
- Thu, Oct 19, 2006
- Wed, Oct 18, 2006
- Sun, Oct 15, 2006
- Tue, Oct 10, 2006
- Tue, Oct 3, 2006
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►September 2006 (7)
- Sat, Sep 30, 2006
- Tue, Sep 26, 2006
- Sun, Sep 24, 2006
- Tue, Sep 19, 2006
- Sat, Sep 9, 2006
- Tue, Sep 5, 2006
- Sun, Sep 3, 2006
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►August 2006 (7)
- Mon, Aug 28, 2006
- Sat, Aug 19, 2006
- Fri, Aug 18, 2006
- Wed, Aug 16, 2006
- Tue, Aug 8, 2006
- Thu, Aug 3, 2006
- Tue, Aug 1, 2006
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►July 2006 (16)
- Mon, Jul 31, 2006
- Thu, Jul 27, 2006
- Wed, Jul 26, 2006
- Sun, Jul 23, 2006
- Fri, Jul 21, 2006
- Fri, Jul 14, 2006
- Thu, Jul 13, 2006
- Wed, Jul 12, 2006
- Thu, Jul 6, 2006
- Wed, Jul 5, 2006
- Sun, Jul 2, 2006
-
►June 2006 (8)
- Thu, Jun 29, 2006
- Thu, Jun 22, 2006
- Wed, Jun 21, 2006
- Mon, Jun 19, 2006
- Thu, Jun 15, 2006
- Wed, Jun 14, 2006
- Tue, Jun 6, 2006
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►May 2006 (30)
- Tue, May 30, 2006
- Mon, May 29, 2006
- Sun, May 28, 2006
- Sat, May 27, 2006
- Fri, May 26, 2006
- Thu, May 25, 2006
- Wed, May 24, 2006
- Tue, May 23, 2006
- Mon, May 22, 2006
- Sun, May 21, 2006
- Sat, May 20, 2006
- Fri, May 19, 2006
- Thu, May 18, 2006
- Wed, May 17, 2006
- Tue, May 16, 2006
- Mon, May 15, 2006
- Sun, May 14, 2006
- Sat, May 13, 2006
- Thu, May 11, 2006
- Wed, May 10, 2006
- Sat, May 6, 2006
- Fri, May 5, 2006
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►April 2006 (14)
- Sat, Apr 29, 2006
- Fri, Apr 28, 2006
- Wed, Apr 26, 2006
- Mon, Apr 24, 2006
- Sat, Apr 22, 2006
- Mon, Apr 17, 2006
- Sat, Apr 15, 2006
- Tue, Apr 11, 2006
- Sat, Apr 8, 2006
- Fri, Apr 7, 2006
- Mon, Apr 3, 2006
-
►March 2006 (13)
- Sun, Mar 26, 2006
- Fri, Mar 24, 2006
- Thu, Mar 23, 2006
- Sun, Mar 19, 2006
- Fri, Mar 17, 2006
- Wed, Mar 15, 2006
- Sun, Mar 12, 2006
- Sat, Mar 11, 2006
- Tue, Mar 7, 2006
- Fri, Mar 3, 2006
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►February 2006 (11)
- Tue, Feb 28, 2006
- Tue, Feb 21, 2006
- Mon, Feb 20, 2006
- Sun, Feb 19, 2006
- Sat, Feb 18, 2006
- Fri, Feb 17, 2006
- Tue, Feb 14, 2006
- Sat, Feb 11, 2006
- Mon, Feb 6, 2006
- Sun, Feb 5, 2006
- Sat, Feb 4, 2006
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►January 2006 (18)
- Tue, Jan 31, 2006
- Sun, Jan 29, 2006
- Fri, Jan 27, 2006
- Wed, Jan 25, 2006
- Tue, Jan 24, 2006
- Mon, Jan 23, 2006
- Sat, Jan 21, 2006
- Tue, Jan 17, 2006
- Sat, Jan 14, 2006
- Fri, Jan 13, 2006
- Wed, Jan 11, 2006
- Sun, Jan 8, 2006
- Fri, Jan 6, 2006
- Thu, Jan 5, 2006
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►December 2005 (18)
- Sat, Dec 31, 2005
- Tue, Dec 27, 2005
- Mon, Dec 26, 2005
- Sun, Dec 25, 2005
- Fri, Dec 23, 2005
- Thu, Dec 22, 2005
- Wed, Dec 21, 2005
- Fri, Dec 16, 2005
- Sun, Dec 11, 2005
- Tue, Dec 6, 2005
- Sun, Dec 4, 2005
- Sat, Dec 3, 2005
- Fri, Dec 2, 2005
- Thu, Dec 1, 2005
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►November 2005 (10)
- Mon, Nov 28, 2005
- Thu, Nov 24, 2005
- Sat, Nov 12, 2005
- Wed, Nov 9, 2005
- Thu, Nov 3, 2005
- Wed, Nov 2, 2005
- Tue, Nov 1, 2005
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►October 2005 (13)
- Sat, Oct 29, 2005
- Thu, Oct 20, 2005
- Mon, Oct 17, 2005
- Sat, Oct 15, 2005
- Wed, Oct 12, 2005
- Mon, Oct 10, 2005
- Sun, Oct 9, 2005
- Thu, Oct 6, 2005
- Sat, Oct 1, 2005
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►September 2005 (8)
- Thu, Sep 29, 2005
- Tue, Sep 27, 2005
- Fri, Sep 23, 2005
- Sun, Sep 11, 2005
- Mon, Sep 5, 2005
- Sun, Sep 4, 2005
- Sat, Sep 3, 2005
- Thu, Sep 1, 2005
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►August 2005 (13)
- Sun, Aug 28, 2005
- Sat, Aug 27, 2005
- Tue, Aug 23, 2005
- Sat, Aug 20, 2005
- Thu, Aug 11, 2005
- Wed, Aug 10, 2005
- Mon, Aug 8, 2005
- Sun, Aug 7, 2005
- Fri, Aug 5, 2005
- Thu, Aug 4, 2005
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►July 2005 (17)
- Sun, Jul 31, 2005
- Tue, Jul 26, 2005
- Sat, Jul 23, 2005
- Thu, Jul 21, 2005
- Wed, Jul 20, 2005
- Wed, Jul 13, 2005
- Mon, Jul 11, 2005
- Sat, Jul 9, 2005
- Thu, Jul 7, 2005
- Sun, Jul 3, 2005
- Sat, Jul 2, 2005
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►June 2005 (13)
- Wed, Jun 29, 2005
- Tue, Jun 28, 2005
- Tue, Jun 21, 2005
- Sun, Jun 19, 2005
- Sat, Jun 18, 2005
- Fri, Jun 17, 2005
- Thu, Jun 16, 2005
- Wed, Jun 15, 2005
- Wed, Jun 8, 2005
- Tue, Jun 7, 2005
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►May 2005 (7)
- Mon, May 30, 2005
- Tue, May 24, 2005
- Mon, May 23, 2005
- Sun, May 15, 2005
- Fri, May 13, 2005
- Tue, May 10, 2005
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►April 2005 (23)
- Sat, Apr 30, 2005
- Fri, Apr 29, 2005
- Wed, Apr 20, 2005
- Tue, Apr 19, 2005
- Mon, Apr 18, 2005
- Sat, Apr 16, 2005
- Thu, Apr 14, 2005
- Wed, Apr 13, 2005
- Tue, Apr 12, 2005
- Mon, Apr 11, 2005
- Sun, Apr 10, 2005
- Fri, Apr 8, 2005
- Thu, Apr 7, 2005
- Wed, Apr 6, 2005
- Tue, Apr 5, 2005
- Sun, Apr 3, 2005
- Sat, Apr 2, 2005
-
►March 2005 (6)
- Thu, Mar 31, 2005
- Tue, Mar 29, 2005
- Sun, Mar 27, 2005
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►October 2004 (1)
- Mon, Oct 4, 2004
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►September 2004 (6)
- Mon, Sep 20, 2004
- Sun, Sep 19, 2004
- Sat, Sep 18, 2004
- Thu, Sep 16, 2004
- Wed, Sep 15, 2004