It's like they're just throwing up the slightly-techie crap they found behind the counter at CVS. It's also possible that they're selling off the last remaining scraps of Circuit City. I realize today's harsh economic climate has hit everyone hard, but Woot! has always been a beacon of hope in a sea of douchebaggery, a pusher of moderately useful or at least somewhat amusing merchandise. For fuck's sake, I spent three hours today refreshing the page just have the same stupid MP3 players with Mickey Mouse ears tearing apart another little piece of my soul every time. All that's left is a mushy little chunk that looks vaguely like Tara Reid's last movie.
But I still have hope. As yet there has been no sign of either Bag 'o Crap or the Screaming Woot! monkey; hence we may only be in the second leg of the fabled three-day Woot Off! C'mon, baby, daddy needs Star Wars undies that double as a node in a wireless mesh network...
(Author's note added fifteen minutes later: catastrophe averted. Just bought an electric stick mixer with whisk and chopper attachments. Now I just need a blonde dye job and I can finally take Alton Brown's place.)
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