Another long day at the big sack of birdseed
You know what is currently running through my head? The voice of Boris Karloff, singing "I've Got A Lovely Bunch Of Coconuts".* I would say, "WTF, my brain?" except that he actually sings it very well.
Thank you for your input on the last post, everybody. Now that it's a few days later, I'm not nearly as overexcited about the whole bone(s) of contention, but I'm glad I did bring it up in the first place. Short answer: I went ahead and shaved 'em, because what the heck. Right now, I have a curiously numb feeling about the ankles, and it's because I'm like a cat who has cut off her whiskers. There's no insulating layer of fuzz between me and the legs of my jeans anymore. Still, it's a nice change of pace.
Unfortunately, my bones of contention and I aren't going to be able to go to Readercon this year. Work and a Revolutionary War reenactment are conspiring to keep me away. I'll be looking forward to reading everybody's con reports and living vicariously through you guys.
Something incredibly cute happened at work today. Just after I arrived, this family walked in who had apparently visited the shop earlier in the day. A forbidding-looking mother and her young son and daughter. "Is there anything I can help you with?" I asked them, trying not to do the singsong-talking-to-adorable-kids voice that I use sometimes. The mother said sternly to her daughter, "Talk to the lady." The little girl, who was tiny and growing tinier by the second, said, "Um, when we were in here before, I took this away with me because I thought it was for free." She held out a slightly crumpled bookmark and looked guilty and huge-eyed. I thanked her very politely for bringing it back, and said that it was okay, it was a mistake anyone could make. She put it back in its place--no harm, no foul (except that her mother still looked like a thundercloud). Then they all walked out. You know what the kicker is... I went around the counter after they had gone, to look at the display from the customers' side. It's a Big Box O' Bookmarks, with the various prices in big letters on the front. And, under that, in faint red pencil, the store's cash register code for ringing up bookmarks: #FREE. The little girl made a completely honest mistake. It even said FREE. Poor kid! I have to remember to put white-out over that tomorrow.
*This never actually happened, as far as I know. Though his character did sing something in The Bodysnatchers.
Thank you for your input on the last post, everybody. Now that it's a few days later, I'm not nearly as overexcited about the whole bone(s) of contention, but I'm glad I did bring it up in the first place. Short answer: I went ahead and shaved 'em, because what the heck. Right now, I have a curiously numb feeling about the ankles, and it's because I'm like a cat who has cut off her whiskers. There's no insulating layer of fuzz between me and the legs of my jeans anymore. Still, it's a nice change of pace.
Unfortunately, my bones of contention and I aren't going to be able to go to Readercon this year. Work and a Revolutionary War reenactment are conspiring to keep me away. I'll be looking forward to reading everybody's con reports and living vicariously through you guys.
Something incredibly cute happened at work today. Just after I arrived, this family walked in who had apparently visited the shop earlier in the day. A forbidding-looking mother and her young son and daughter. "Is there anything I can help you with?" I asked them, trying not to do the singsong-talking-to-adorable-kids voice that I use sometimes. The mother said sternly to her daughter, "Talk to the lady." The little girl, who was tiny and growing tinier by the second, said, "Um, when we were in here before, I took this away with me because I thought it was for free." She held out a slightly crumpled bookmark and looked guilty and huge-eyed. I thanked her very politely for bringing it back, and said that it was okay, it was a mistake anyone could make. She put it back in its place--no harm, no foul (except that her mother still looked like a thundercloud). Then they all walked out. You know what the kicker is... I went around the counter after they had gone, to look at the display from the customers' side. It's a Big Box O' Bookmarks, with the various prices in big letters on the front. And, under that, in faint red pencil, the store's cash register code for ringing up bookmarks: #FREE. The little girl made a completely honest mistake. It even said FREE. Poor kid! I have to remember to put white-out over that tomorrow.
*This never actually happened, as far as I know. Though his character did sing something in The Bodysnatchers.