Dear customer,

You're a regular here. I realize that you're only 18, and that for some reason you think that the 25 year old behind the counter is going to find you interesting, but I had presumed that there was, in fact, a brain between your ears.

Take a look at the store really quickly. All the lights are off. There isn't any music playing. The neon sign that says "Open" is turned off. The door says in big orange letters that the store hours are Mon - Sat 11am - 6pm; it's currently 10:50am.

While I did not lock the door behind me as I had just walked in and was taking my jacket off, it should probably have occurred to you that the store was not, in reality, open for business. Proceeding to walk around after I've stated that fact does little to endear you to me.

Please sod off, and don't come back til tomorrow. New books are delayed because of Thanksgiving.

Best regards,
me


Dear anxious student,

I recognize the fact that the semester is coming to an end, and that you probably haven't got any absences left so you had to book it to class before your professor wouldn't count you as present anyway. However, making a right turn without stopping against a red light and missing me by an inch is just very slightly, I don't know, inexcusable? I rather like all my limbs remaining attached, and unharmed. Flipping me off does not change the fact that I had the right of way.

Bitch.
me


Dear customer the second,

When I say that new books won't be available until tomorrow... I'm not lying. Diamond doesn't use Express Overnight shipping for their deliveries, and 5 day business shipping does actually experience delays from Thanksgiving. It was only 4 business days ago. No, the weekends do not count. Staring at the "New Arrivals" shelving isn't going to magically make the new Garth Ennis book appear, no matter how good Dan Dare is supposed to be.

With that sort of attitude you can go shop at the comic store one block over. He'll just ignore you for WoW when you beg for your books, but you'll make him feel needed.

I still haven't got the new books yet.
me


/whining

I watched 1408 yesterday. Well, the director's cut anyway. I'm wondering what the differences are, but I've got a long enough Netflix list that I don't care that much. It was actually pretty good, with the jumps and the creepouts, and it actually built up some measure of suspense. Especially when you consider that it's just a guy in a room, when you boil it down. I might be a little biased about it, because I adore John Cusack, but it isn't a Cusack movie in the least. Unless you count the monologuing, but you really can't since he was doing it all into a tape recorder as an author. It wasn't typical Cusack monologuing to the camera, though, it gave an entirely different vibe. My favorite line was Samuel L Jackson (as the hotel manager) when he's talking to Cusack. John refers to the history in the room as being caused by a phantom, which Jackson denies, then guesses a couple of other things. He finally just asks Jackson what it is about the room, and he replies "Its an evil fucking room." Which doesn't sound as cool written down, because it was all about the delivery, the edge of fear and trying to be intimidating enough to talk JC's character out of staying in the room.

Of course, it resulted in some pretty interesting dreams. I can't remember most of them anymore, except the really long one that may or may not result in a fanfic. It'd be writing, which would be good, but I don't know if I want to bend my brain to that at the moment. Anyway, it was, as you might suspect, a Supernatural crossover, picking up at the end of the movie and in which the brothers have to investigate and subsequently purify the room. I think my brain had actually made it a gate to hell, like in The Sentinel but with a little Ghostbusters thrown in. Sam went off on some ridiculously long explanation involving a lot of math (hello, Numb3rs, nice to see you making a little nudge in my brain), architecture, and leylines. Dean interrupted him with a comment about never getting laid, which devolved into an argument about the kinds of girls Dean usually sleeps with. I was amused, in any case. The dream was appropriately creepy, even verging on nightmare at one point (I certainly felt bad for Sam, though I can't remember what it was that was happening exactly, except that it involved Jessica), and it made me kind of want to point the movie out to Kripke so that he'll make an actually frightening episode...

Well, back to work I suppose. Sigh...

Edit: Fixed Cusack's name

Oh, its been quite the weekend. I don't want to talk about it. Not entirely.

My brother doesn't count in the above population, as a side note. I need to remember to call him. Brothers never count for that sort of thing. You know. Unless they do. Which he doesn't. This time.

The part I do want to rant (consider yourself warned) about is my luck with who will hit on me. I mean, I'm the cute chick behind the counter at the comic shop, so its not a good foot to start on, and I already learned the hard way not to date customers. (Not policy of the store, hard way. More like... people are never like what they'll pretend to be as a customer. It isn't real.)

No, this time I'm walking home from the grocery store, and it takes 20 minutes to get there, and then walk around in the Sunday evening rush for a half an hour with standing in line, and then its going to be another 20 minutes home. My right leg has been bothering me, like the joint of my knee wants to grind itself away (nothing so excruciating as to hit the doctor, I'm almost positive it comes from standing all day at the shop and leaning funny, really need to remember to pick up a brace or something). I'm walking on the sidewalk, on the side farthest from the street, and its a really damn wide sidewalk because I'm over by the highschool between here and there and, well, you should see the number of kids at this place.

I get hit from behind. By a guy, on a fucking BICYCLE. Nevermind he should have been in the street, he had more than enough room to go around me. Even with my iPod, I would have heard a bell or him yelling or whatever. You know why I was hit? Because he chose that moment to pull out his cellphone. Answering his cell, while riding his BICYCLE. I can't get over this.

But just to make it better, he hits me in the back of my bad knee, the wheel punching my leg forward so that when I trip its the part to actually hit the sidewalk. The guy helps me up, after he gets himself up out of the damn grass. And the Jersey in me is thinking that it can't be for real, that NO ONE is capable of hitting a pedestrian when there's no traffic, no other people, plenty of room on the sidewalk, and plenty of room in the damn grass to get around them. So I immediately check all my pockets and groceries. Twice.

The icing on the cake? He wants to try and walk me home. Its not a charming, chick flick moment either. Not even close. The guy isn't my taste to begin with, and then he's not even attractive, and he's dressed like maybe he'd been toking up before he decided to bike to his friend's house, and you know? Been there done that. Was already offered pre-mature mommy role-model position in replacement of my t-shirt to show off. Not touching that kind of guy with a 10 foot pole. But he doesn't even make an effort to talk about himself, just kind of asks what I'm interested in and what I was doing and I just know he's fishing for my age. Maybe if I'd told him I was only 14 he'd have buggered off, but then again maybe not. So I told him I was a university student on my way back to my fiance. I was tempted to tell him I was a lesbian, but I didn't want to risk him being interested by that either.

I still can't get over being hit by a bike, and then being hit on by the rider. It just strikes me as... rude. All I wanted to do was throw myself back into my music, go home to my cats, and saw my leg off at the knee. But he kept talking, kept asking stupid questions. Kept walking the damn bike along next to me, so that I had to hang back and when I could tell he was going to keep going straight, took a different way home just to lose him. Its a route I tend to avoid, because its the steep hill by the off campus university housing. Didn't make my knee feel any better, that was for sure. Today its popping every time I bend it.

/rant

Spent the weekend being utterly lazy. I alternated watching Supernatural with watching West Wing's first 3 seasons. Made for some pretty random dreams. Of course, so did falling asleep with the local KERA station on (PBS basically) and slowly waking up to children's programming. The dream I woke up with was Josh Lyman (sp?) and Sam Seaborn arguing with Bert and Ernie (dissident Dems representing the private interests of Sesame Street et all) about the constitutional rights of Demons, bugbears, and The Letter E. I probably shouldn't have been surprised that Sam (Winchester, that is) was able to weasle his way in as press, but that Dean managed to get himself arrested. Made for an interesting conversation with Leo though. I mean, between Dean and Leo. And CJ had a crush on Sam. (Edit: Winchester. I keep forgetting there's a Sam on both shows. D'oh.) I also managed to make another 14 mood icons. They probably aren't very good, but they'll make me happy when I'm done with them. "Touched" came out extremely well, I might have to go back and make an actual icon out of the picture. I also made a silly icon of Henricksen that says "Special Agent Asshat", and another of Dean and Sam walking into the fake sunset at the end of Hollywood Babylon that made David look up and me and say "Sam... Why can't I quit you?" There's a chance I might kill him, since it came out looking exactly how I wanted it to, and can't stop hearing the phrase in JA's voice every time I look at the icon. ::sighs::

It could have been worse, though. One of my customers got mugged by an idiot. The guy shouts "Gimme your money" when he's standing right next to the Police Call Button on campus. So I suppose my friend was almost mugged by an idiot... Of course, his horrible no good very bad weekend also led to me selling a good amount of merchandise, so I'm really the Devil right now. Hee.

Ok, I should stop now. And, you know, sell things. Not that I'm going back to reading a Spnl/WW crossover. Nope. This weekend has not infected me at *all*...