I would like to thank
ladytairngire and
diego001 for both messaging me earlier just as I was about to engage in whiny, self-indulgent bloggery. I had the window open and everything. Getting out of my head and thinking about someone other than myself saved us all from an emo-post just in time. We all owe them a debt of gratitude.
In other news,
Infinite Jest by
David Foster Wallace is currently ranked #23 on Amazon's bestseller list. It was #95 first thing this morning. I'm guessing that it was somewhere in the thousands last night. As I mentioned in comments elsewhere, this is the kind of thing that makes me cynical about my industry. When I was in brick-and-mortar I had customers who were very upset with us, like, two days after Princess Diana's death because we weren't fully stocked on the Andrew Morton biography. Uh, well...sorry we didn't pre-order in anticipation of her death. And there's the Johnny Cash that flew out of here by the pallet load right after his death. It happens every time.
In more entertaining news, here are two very good, very crusty actors looking awkward and unable to read from teleprompters:
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One last note: still looking for some of those phone numbers I lost when my last phone broke. Text me, fools. I'm feeling unloved. :(