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shermaramaEbay feedback reminds me of school art lessons. Your friends would show you the picture they'd been working on and you had to say it was *really* good regardless of what you actually thought, because if you told them what you actually thought, the whole society of the classroom would be disturbed. People who had no part in the exchange would look at you funny, like you'd betrayed some important trust.
So I dared to mention in feedback that I'd been sent a different colour of an item than the one in the main picture rather than just putting some incoherent stream of superlatives about how great my whole experience was. Cue feedback dispute from the company, and aggrieved messages to insist that I was misleading other customers by suggesting they had done wrong. It's not like I cared what colour I got, or said that I was dissatisfied with them, I just thought it relevant to note that it wasn't clear that they'd send a random colour. The company insist that the line 'colour may vary', in the smallest font on the whole listing, is apparently all anyone could ever want to suggest this; apparently 200+ customers have bought this item in the last year alone and have never had any problem. I'm obviously just thick, you see, and my suggestion of changing the line to something clearer like 'we will send you one of these five colours' is positively insulting, I'm sure.
So while the relevant dictionary definition of the word 'feedback' remains 'the transmission of evaluative or corrective information about an action, event, or process to the original or controlling source,' you'd better not go round behaving as if that was actually true on ebay, or other kids might not want to play with you any more.
Meanwhile, in related news, I now have a hi-hat-mounting tambourine (yellow, not red, not that it matters) and a PURPLE PLASTIC COWBELL. The cowbell is LOUD and RULES. I WIN.
I resisted buying an LP jam block for twenty five quid just because Joey Castillo's got one, and I found it even easier to resist buying a DW Joey Castillo signature LP jam block for fifty quid because that really *is* the definition of foolishness. In the process of internet trawling around such subjects, though, I found out that Joey Castillo was born in 1966, which makes him ten years older than me, and means that when me and my mintballs were listening in awe to him giving it some in Hyde Park the other month with QotSA, he was 41. I intend to use this information as a shield to keep out the invidious suggestions of convention; the sort of thing that makes people look surprised when they find out that I'm thirty one and still terrifically pleased by getting to make loud noises on a stage. Me and my purple cowbell will soldier on as upholders of personal truth!
So I dared to mention in feedback that I'd been sent a different colour of an item than the one in the main picture rather than just putting some incoherent stream of superlatives about how great my whole experience was. Cue feedback dispute from the company, and aggrieved messages to insist that I was misleading other customers by suggesting they had done wrong. It's not like I cared what colour I got, or said that I was dissatisfied with them, I just thought it relevant to note that it wasn't clear that they'd send a random colour. The company insist that the line 'colour may vary', in the smallest font on the whole listing, is apparently all anyone could ever want to suggest this; apparently 200+ customers have bought this item in the last year alone and have never had any problem. I'm obviously just thick, you see, and my suggestion of changing the line to something clearer like 'we will send you one of these five colours' is positively insulting, I'm sure.
So while the relevant dictionary definition of the word 'feedback' remains 'the transmission of evaluative or corrective information about an action, event, or process to the original or controlling source,' you'd better not go round behaving as if that was actually true on ebay, or other kids might not want to play with you any more.
Meanwhile, in related news, I now have a hi-hat-mounting tambourine (yellow, not red, not that it matters) and a PURPLE PLASTIC COWBELL. The cowbell is LOUD and RULES. I WIN.
I resisted buying an LP jam block for twenty five quid just because Joey Castillo's got one, and I found it even easier to resist buying a DW Joey Castillo signature LP jam block for fifty quid because that really *is* the definition of foolishness. In the process of internet trawling around such subjects, though, I found out that Joey Castillo was born in 1966, which makes him ten years older than me, and means that when me and my mintballs were listening in awe to him giving it some in Hyde Park the other month with QotSA, he was 41. I intend to use this information as a shield to keep out the invidious suggestions of convention; the sort of thing that makes people look surprised when they find out that I'm thirty one and still terrifically pleased by getting to make loud noises on a stage. Me and my purple cowbell will soldier on as upholders of personal truth!
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E-bay Pressure and Cowbells
Date: 2007-08-31 03:07 pm (UTC)Rar to the cowbell!
Re: E-bay Pressure and Cowbells
Date: 2007-09-02 11:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-31 03:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-03 11:32 am (UTC)In fact I will:
"More cowbell"
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Date: 2007-08-31 11:19 pm (UTC)Age Schmage. Perhaps I'm just waiting the few months until I'm forty to start making a big racket again...
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Date: 2007-09-01 08:55 pm (UTC)Plastic, though? How does that work? Isn't it supposed to be metal and go *dink*?
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Date: 2007-09-02 11:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-05 02:20 pm (UTC)But I want one of those as they sound FAB! I want to go *BOCK* *BOCK* *BOCK* Where did you get it?
*readies the drumsticks*
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Date: 2007-09-07 11:30 am (UTC)