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I started Christmas shopping yesterday. Usually, I wait until about December 21, then rush about in a panic, but this year I vowed to finish early. Actually, I vow that every year, and I never do it. But maybe, just maybe, this year will be different.

Anywho, as I was walking around the crowded aisles of Toys R Us, I realized that store shopping is totally lame. The Internet has ruined me. I couldn't find anything at the store. I kept wishing I could just type in what I wanted, press a button, and be instantly taken to its location. Sure, the sales people mean well and try to help, but they usually aren't helpful, especially if you can only remember a few keywords of the items you're shopping for.

I like to over-analyze almost every purchase I make (which is one of the reasons I don't have cable TV), and it was impossible to do at the store, because everytime I stopped moving so I could conduct my extensive toy analysis, a 300 lb guy and his wife kept glowering over me with an extra large Toys R Us cart trying to get through. (That's the first time I've used the word glowering; don't worry, I won't start overusing it, otherwise I'll have to pay a royalty fee to Stephanie Meyer.) So I had to stop analyzing, and just kept moving. I barely even stopped the whole time I was there. I just kept doing toy drive-bys trying to find the stuff on my list.

I had no idea if their prices were good, or if I could get the stuff cheaper somewhere else. If only their competitor's prices were listed beside the Toys R Us prices. Oh wait, the Internet does that. That's when I said, "smell ya later store. I'm doing every bit of shopping I can this year on the 'puter."

Final Score: Stores = Lame. Internet = Awesome.

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