Day 16 of mail-watching

Sill nothing. Our postie is a nice human. I only had to explain my predicament once, and now they’re apologising for the lack of parcels.

I’m also using the house security system to keep an eye out for the parcel post truck, just in case. I know they come by sometime after the postie… if they have a parcel to deliver.

Knowing my luck with these, my copy of Vice Quadrant will turn up on the protest day and I have to keep everything to myself until it’s over.

I already have a plan to write up everything so I can spam the fuck about it when the day of silence is done. Which means that this thing will fucking turn up 48 hours after I’ve given up hope. Which will be the day after I die because I’m that kind of nerd.

I will take up the offer of sharesies on my birthday, though. Because nobody deserves to miss out on their favourites in their birthday. Right?

Oh well.

Maybe tomorrow.

Day 15 of mail-watching

Managed to catch the postie with the cunning strategy of camping out on my doorstep and waiting for them to turn up.

Alas, the postie doesn’t know what’s taking so firkin long, either.

BTW - on weekdays, you get these just after I’ve come in from lurking for the mail. So you know just after I do. Assuming that anyone is bothering with this portion of my blog. I mean, you all probably have Vice Quadrant by now.

This is the first time I have ever been able to pay for a special offer. Let alone the first time I’ve pre-ordered an album at all. From the first band that I’ve actually cared about.

This is the first time I’ll be able to hold their work in my hands. Fresh off the production line, as it were.

That is… assuming it ever gets here.

I’ve already had one kind offer of sharing their tunes digitally from the fanmily, but… it’s not quite the same as holding the physical copy I own. The one I earned. It’s not the same as holding it and smelling in and treasuring it because I love these loonies from San Diego like I’ve never loved any other talented person from afar.

Late tomorrow evening will mark the beginning of the third week that my copy of Vice Quadrant has been in the mail. and this is the second week, by all my calculations, that it has been in this country.

It should be here. It might be here soon.

For all I know, it’s taken a mysterious side-trip through Tullagawupwup because some arsehole misread the shipping label. For all I know, it’s on a slow boat back to the States for the very same reason. For all I know, the plane took a trip through the firkin Bermuda Triangle.

It’s the not knowing anything that hurts.

I gotta keep taking a deep breath away from the depression and tell myself… Maybe tomorrow. And on Fridays, Maybe next week…

Sigh…

Maybe tomorrow.

Day 14 of mail-watching

Getting desperate. Filed a complaint with Australia Post.

I will probably get the brush off, but at least I feel like I tried.

Day 13 of mail-watching

No mail on weekends.

Today and tomorrow are just too depressing to think about. I have a 0% chance of getting Vice Quadrant on these days.

My Dark Side got out, this morning. Playing through scenarios on the premise of What If Someone Else Got It?

What if someone else got it and threw it in the rubbish?
What if someone else got it and decided to keep it?
What if someone else got it and erased the GD signatures because they thought they were ‘scribble’?
What if someone else got it and just fucking trashed it for laughs?

Frankly, I don’t know which is worse. At least the ‘keep it’ option means there’s one more SPG fan out there. It’s just… I want it too.

Sigh.

This is legit getting rougher for me as the days go by. As the spoilers increase. As the art begins to come out. And I have zero truck with it because my album still isn’t here.

At this rate, I’ll be able to download it from the Engineer-eteer site before I can hold it.

Day 12 of mail-watching

…still no sign of Vice Quadrant…

Spoilers abound in many forms. Gifs. Art. Fic. Speculation. Confirmation and denial from the creators.

I can’t block the tags, so I have to retreat from Tumblr. Good thing I have a novel to write.

depression has me in its grasp. I am increasingly listless, because I know that I have another two days to wait until the mail returns.

The mail courier is a stealthy sort with no regular schedule besides “sometime in the morning”. I can’t hear their approach. I can’t watch for them and write.

I feel so tired now.

But I have to continue.

I wish I could track this parcel. I wish I knew where it was. I wish it were here, right now, in my hands.

Two more days to wait.

Two more days until there is the chance, again.

Day 11 of mail-watching

My health is fading.

The endless stream of spoilers across my dash makes Tumblr a hostile environment for me. I can barely surf the web any more.

Hope fades, day by passing day.

The postie has advanced a ninja level. They managed to drop off one solitary envelope [bank statement] while my back was turned.

I must be more vigilant.

…yet my energy wanes without the precious sustenance of new Steam Powered Giraffe melodies…

I must gather my strength so I can hope for tomorrow’s delivery.

Deliverance will come.
Deliverance will come…

Day 10 of mail-watching

At least I’m getting exercise. My regime? Running like a mad thing from the computer desk at the back of my house to the front gate to go get the mail as soon as humanly possible. All catalysed by the very instant I detect the postie’s approach.

I’ve now set an alarm so I should be out there to greet them. My plan is to chirp a sunny, “Any parcels for me today?” as if it isn’t any big deal.

The foaming weeabot screaming if it is there might give the game away though.

I must not flying-tackle and snog the mail carrier.
I must not flying-tackle and snog the mail carrier.
I must not flying-tackle and snog the mail-carrier…

Day 9 of mail-watching

VQ drops today.

I will still be spoiler-protecting my thoughts and ravings when I liveblog listening to the album. Just in case.

the livestream happening today is my lifeline

Day 8 of mail-watching

I have checked the mail THREE FUCKING TIMES today. All before the postie is due to show up.

Fuck my life. I am pathetic weeabot trash.

Today or tomorrow. I should have it by this afternoon, or just after it firkin launches, le sigh.

I want it now, damnit.

Day 7 of mail-watching

There is a very, extremely slim chance that some charitable soul has dropped off my copy of Vice Quadrant into my mailbox.

Extremely slim.

Astronomically remote.

And yet, I am actively preventing myself from going out to check and see.

…hargleblargle…