83 and dreary
I am made of stress, sore muscles, stress, misanthropy, nightmares, stress, and angered ovaries. (Why do ovaries punish you for not getting knocked up? IT'S A GOOD THING, OVARIES, IT'S KEEPING YOU EMPLOYED INSTEAD OF PLUGGING YOU UP FOR NINE MONTHS. Lazy bastards.) Looks like a job for Bartles & Jaymes! (Shut up.)
Just finished John Dies at the End by David Wong (who[m? I have a fuckin' degree and I still have no idea] you may know from cracked.com). It was surreal, ridiculous, full of crude humor, and actually really good. Vivid characters you feel for, genuine spookiness in the spooky bits even with the bro-humor in the same paragraph. The ending was a little meh--it just kinda ended--but some of the twists were really great. So pick it up if you get a sec.
Also read the third in Megan Whalen Turner's The Queen's Thief series, which . . . if you haven't, guys, you must pick up the first one, which is The Thief. (Sorry, too lazy to link today.) It's . . . you know, as I was reading it I was like, "Okay, not bad, not spectacular but not bad" until I got to the ending, which reveals many things, and made me realize that the entire book was effing brilliant. The second and third are also spectacular. Starting the fourth tomorrow morning.
After this I think I'm going to pick up Redbreast by Jo Nesbo, because I'm curious and we're now selling it in an affordable mass market format. Mass market paperbacks are the way to my cheap-ass little heart.
Speaking of work, thinking about offering rewards to everyone who buys a book that isn't The Help. Jesus tapdancing Christ.
A guy came in wearing an Optimus Prime shirt. I asked him if he took his shirt and twisted it and moved some stuff around whether it'd transform into a different shirt. He laughed, with amusement and also complete bestartlement. I guess this cashier is *sunglasses* more than meets the eye.
Also, my jobiversary is on Friday. I will then have vacation time and a slight raise. It's good to be me, betches.
Thinking about signing up for a class at the Loft. Why yes, I did do essentially the same thing for four years (for a lot of money) but I feel like having a workshop group would be nice again, plus it'd be interesting to have a group that isn't all, well, Christian school writing majors who know what the prof wants. IDK. Little spendy, though, and have been very stressed about time and things so might not. Plus I might be too much of a grump lately to be an effective, constructive, non-dickish critiquer. Hmm.
Gotta go pack up dinner leftovers and maybe eat some dessert (I HAVE CARROT CAKE OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM) and keep drinking my candy-sweet white trash beverage.
Just finished John Dies at the End by David Wong (who[m? I have a fuckin' degree and I still have no idea] you may know from cracked.com). It was surreal, ridiculous, full of crude humor, and actually really good. Vivid characters you feel for, genuine spookiness in the spooky bits even with the bro-humor in the same paragraph. The ending was a little meh--it just kinda ended--but some of the twists were really great. So pick it up if you get a sec.
Also read the third in Megan Whalen Turner's The Queen's Thief series, which . . . if you haven't, guys, you must pick up the first one, which is The Thief. (Sorry, too lazy to link today.) It's . . . you know, as I was reading it I was like, "Okay, not bad, not spectacular but not bad" until I got to the ending, which reveals many things, and made me realize that the entire book was effing brilliant. The second and third are also spectacular. Starting the fourth tomorrow morning.
After this I think I'm going to pick up Redbreast by Jo Nesbo, because I'm curious and we're now selling it in an affordable mass market format. Mass market paperbacks are the way to my cheap-ass little heart.
Speaking of work, thinking about offering rewards to everyone who buys a book that isn't The Help. Jesus tapdancing Christ.
A guy came in wearing an Optimus Prime shirt. I asked him if he took his shirt and twisted it and moved some stuff around whether it'd transform into a different shirt. He laughed, with amusement and also complete bestartlement. I guess this cashier is *sunglasses* more than meets the eye.
Also, my jobiversary is on Friday. I will then have vacation time and a slight raise. It's good to be me, betches.
Thinking about signing up for a class at the Loft. Why yes, I did do essentially the same thing for four years (for a lot of money) but I feel like having a workshop group would be nice again, plus it'd be interesting to have a group that isn't all, well, Christian school writing majors who know what the prof wants. IDK. Little spendy, though, and have been very stressed about time and things so might not. Plus I might be too much of a grump lately to be an effective, constructive, non-dickish critiquer. Hmm.
Gotta go pack up dinner leftovers and maybe eat some dessert (I HAVE CARROT CAKE OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM) and keep drinking my candy-sweet white trash beverage.