I'll be arriving in Philadelphia at somewhere around 2ish in the afternoon tomorrow (Saturday the 28th). joreth won't be arriving 'til about midnightish. That gives me a number of hours unallocated and unspoken for, though I won't have transportation. Anyone in the area fancy a get-together?
The posters of the Map of Human Sexuality are printed and en-route. Funny thing, though. The printer gave me six UPS tracking numbers(!), and when I check them online, each tracking number says that the shipment contains three parcels. Which means, if I'm reading it right, the printer is sending me the posters in eighteen boxes(!!). WTF??! Eighteen boxes to ship 500 posters? That can not possibly be right. Even three boxes sounds like a bit much.
So I'm thinking there are a number of potential scenarios here, all of them wildly unlikely:
1. The person at the print shop who ships stuff out has OCD, and registered my order with UPS six times. (Clicky goes the button! Clicky goes the button! I like the way the label printer sounds. Clicky goes the button!)
2. The person who ran the order on press misread the job ticket, and printed 5,000 posters rather than 500 posters. I'll have posters and posters and posters and posters! And also, more posters! Psst, wanna buy a poster?
3. Due to an unfortunate mix-up involving a hacked computer, a Russian ex-KGB operative, an Al Quaeda sleeper cell, two vials of sodium pentathol, and a mysterious flat tire on a Greyhound bus, at this very moment I have over five hundred pounds of parts for AK-47 rifles on their way to me, and a whole print run of posters of a sex map are en route to a shadowy underground Pakistani arms dealer in Cyprus. Boy, won't he be surprised! Heads will roll, oh yes. Heads will roll.