Especially there. You never saw that coming.

Morning friends.

I’d like to start out today’s post by wishing a very Happy Birthday to What Pear of Truth. Be sure to wish her one as well.

Next up, videos. Lots of videos.

My Icelandic girlfriend posted a new song:

And my Math girlfriend just posted a the second chapter of doodling dragons:

At some point while in the hell of the YouTube rabbit hole, I wanted to hear “Psycho Killer” again. And I found this:

Which is terrible. And it sounds like something Back Alley Trey would have sent me somewhere around 3 in the morning.

And then I discovered a ton of covers by Joseph Gordon-Levitt while he is promoting hitRECOrd, his online music sharing community website thing. And I then I found this:

Which is beautiful and silly only because of Anne Hathaway’s being overly dramatic. Then, you remind yourself that you can’t take her that seriously because you saw her naked a lot in various movies. And she is quite pleasing in the nude, so you tolerate her fully-dressed overdramatics. And move on.

Okay, it is time to talk about weird stuff. That only happens to me. I’m sure stuff like this happens to everyone, but this is not their website, so I have no idea about it.

Yesterday, I had to run a few roller derby errands. Delivering posters and dropping off promo tickets and whatnot. At some point, I had to go to Book Ends, the awesome used book store that Teacher Sis and I go to. It’s the place where we play that game we invented. The one where we randomly pick up a book and have to buy it and read it.

Anyway, I am at the bookstore looking for books, duh, and I find a sweet copy (hardback, first edition) of a book that Amy the Amazing suggested that read, so I grab it and head to the check out. The owner is having a conversation with a lady about coyotes or something and I don’t want to interrupt, but then I do, because I have other stuff to do.

The long and short of it is that I end up starting a whole new conversation with them, sans coyotes, about books that were surprisingly less shitty than you expected them to be. I was telling them about how the “Star Trek” novel I just finished was actually good and wound up talking about Nora Roberts.

Okay, so I am no expert on Nora Roberts. I have read one book. Pancake Land loves her some Nora Roberts and her many many novels have littered the bookcases for years, so I’ve been around the books.

I express this to the ladies that I’m talking with, and the other lady (the one that’s doesn’t own the bookstore) suggests that I read a specific NR book, in keeping with our theme of books that turn out less shitty than you expect them to be. So, our conversation continues as the owner slowly leads the group over to the Nora Roberts section. We keep talking as the owner starts digging around on the many many shelves of NR books.

Then she plops a huge hardback (first edition) copy of the suggested less-shitty-than-you’d-expect book that the other lady had told me to read.

Owner: “I want you to have this.”

Me: “…Really?”

Owner: “Yes.”

Other Lady: “Oh, don’t give him the hardback. It’s not that good.”

Owner: “I don’t have a paperback and I have about 18 more copies of this in the back. It’s fine.”

Me: “Um, thanks?”

Other Lady: “Don’t thank her, yet.”

Owner: “You’re welcome.”

So, I stayed a little while longer chatting with them and then split to go finish my errands. I fucking love that book store.

Anyway, I got a copy of this:

Pancake Land informs me that it is about cougars. As she put it: “The meow kind, not the sexy kind.”

So, add that to the pile. I’ll read that right after I finish “A Game of Thrones” and “A Brief History of Time”. Got mix things up a little. Keep life interesting.

Okay, that’s all the silliness I have for you today. I hope you enjoyed yourself.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC