Meet our new friend!

What's in the big big box, tiki????

( Ooo, tell us tell us! )

Armed and cephalopodic

Octi's not messing around any more.

Order here. They need 50 preorders to have a print run. C'mon kiddies, we all need armed octi tees!

Via Mad Prof. PZ Squidula, a-spendin' my monies again.

Mr. Tiki bin shoppin'

He got the last one! Yays!!

tiki tattles

OK, since we filled y'all in on our afternoon of postal terror yesterday, and receive gobs o' head pats & sympathies, we thought we'd post a brief update.

Basically, this time we called and asked for the manager (yeah, we know, evils, but Stitchies were involved, so 'twas time for escalation to supervisory types).

Phone: BRRRRING!

tiki: Moshi moshi manager dude!

Manager Dude: Whassup?

tiki: Well, I kind of wanted to understand what happened yesterday.

MD: Er....what happened yesterday?

(Here tiki supplies a Cliff Notes version of our adventure, minus the car prowl, but including all relevant comments from CMG, including how we get too many packages and don't pay our share and are generally bad, evil customers.)

MD: OK, you are not bad customers. You are good customers.

tiki: 'kay.

MD: And, returning your packages to foreign countries would be a bad thing.

tiki: 'kay.

MD: And if that ever happens again, you call me.

tiki: 'kay.

MD: You ask to speak directly to me, and I will work it out. Do you understand?

tiki: 'kay.

MD: I apologize. And I will talk to CMG.

tiki: 'kay. Thankees, bye!

Oops. Someone got some 'splaining to do.

Aloha!

If you stick this one out, there will be a video at the end. Of course, you could just cheat and click ahead, but where's the fun in that?



So, tiki is one of those people who hopes desperately that marketing genii from Japan never, ever immigrate to the USA, as we find ourselves absolutely unable to resist their entreaties, even when given in a language we don't understand.

Case in point, this new item from Tomy.

( Ohana )