The Naomi family
My knickers are in a twist. I've gone to two Borders in the last week (to buy more George R.R. Martin, of course -- J.K. Rowling can totally wait). Whilst at them, I made sure to look for any books by the Naomi pantheon (Neale and Nash). So I had issues at both Borders (1).
Emeryville: They claimed to have the 2nd Martin book on shelf, but it was nowhere to be found. I shelf-read about 30 linear feet around the proper shelving location to no avail. I cast a pox on this Borders for misleading me about whether they have the 2nd Martin book, then bought the 3rd Martin book from them in an effort to send mixed messages. They didn't have anything by either Naomi. I made sure to spend 20 minutes executing searches for the Naomis on their computer in order to log data that a customer had been looking for these authors.
Union Square: They had the 2nd Martin book, which is good because it meant I didn't have to expel a flaming brick from an orifice and feed it to the person at the information desk. The information desk was unstaffed, so that might have been difficult in any case. They didn't have anything by Naomi Nash, but they did claim to have a Naomi Neale book on shelf -- again, nowhere to be found. More shelf-reading; more hot, bitter tears. I cast another, more robust pox for the deception and then bought the 2nd Martin to continue the mixed messages. Ditto on the computer and Naomi searches. I would have talked to someone about the dearth of Naomi books, but see above re: information desk.
Assuming I ever did get to talk to someone at an information desk, should I suggest to them that the Naomis are surely related and that "Naomi" is clearly a surname in whatever might be their culture of origin?
In other news, neither Philip nor Fredo should enter the Virgin Megastore on Market Street, as there is great temptation within. All manner of items emblazened with Union Jack, the Tube map, and/or the Virgin logo. My eyes glazed over and I felt lucky to escape with only $150 of merchandise. *faceplant*
(1) This reminds me of a time when, having gone on a few dates in two different eras with a guy named Tony, I declared that I had "issues with Tony." kjw, with her all-powerful Freudian hearing, instead heard that I had "issue with Tony," and wondered aloud how we had circumnavigated the biological challenges. Suffice to say that I do not have any offspring with the bookstore chain.
Emeryville: They claimed to have the 2nd Martin book on shelf, but it was nowhere to be found. I shelf-read about 30 linear feet around the proper shelving location to no avail. I cast a pox on this Borders for misleading me about whether they have the 2nd Martin book, then bought the 3rd Martin book from them in an effort to send mixed messages. They didn't have anything by either Naomi. I made sure to spend 20 minutes executing searches for the Naomis on their computer in order to log data that a customer had been looking for these authors.
Union Square: They had the 2nd Martin book, which is good because it meant I didn't have to expel a flaming brick from an orifice and feed it to the person at the information desk. The information desk was unstaffed, so that might have been difficult in any case. They didn't have anything by Naomi Nash, but they did claim to have a Naomi Neale book on shelf -- again, nowhere to be found. More shelf-reading; more hot, bitter tears. I cast another, more robust pox for the deception and then bought the 2nd Martin to continue the mixed messages. Ditto on the computer and Naomi searches. I would have talked to someone about the dearth of Naomi books, but see above re: information desk.
Assuming I ever did get to talk to someone at an information desk, should I suggest to them that the Naomis are surely related and that "Naomi" is clearly a surname in whatever might be their culture of origin?
In other news, neither Philip nor Fredo should enter the Virgin Megastore on Market Street, as there is great temptation within. All manner of items emblazened with Union Jack, the Tube map, and/or the Virgin logo. My eyes glazed over and I felt lucky to escape with only $150 of merchandise. *faceplant*
(1) This reminds me of a time when, having gone on a few dates in two different eras with a guy named Tony, I declared that I had "issues with Tony." kjw, with her all-powerful Freudian hearing, instead heard that I had "issue with Tony," and wondered aloud how we had circumnavigated the biological challenges. Suffice to say that I do not have any offspring with the bookstore chain.