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The job is over. I tried to see if they could work me into the schedule for the next week but they haven't called so I think that's that. Too bad. I liked working at a book store. It's not exactly retail. I mean it is retail but it's a bookstore. This is why I gave up my Sunday afternoons for about three years to work at Dreamhaven for next to nothing. I was hanging out in my favorite store. This also makes me anxious for next year - or nervous. There were some beautiful women buying school books. Most of whom were born AFTER Return of the Jedi but its not like I was going to get anywhere with them but flirting is flattering. Besides the age isn't that...yeah it is.
Then again I am still thinking of that TRUTH ad - the one with the mannequins in Times Square. They still have that lame orange dot and that whole "the tobacco company is out to get you" theme but after the entire idiotic crap about how the tobacco company exec talked about replacing dead customers it flashed to this teenage girl that said her father died of emphysema six years ago and she hasn't found his replacement yet.
So the tobacco company is killing off fathers and creating a nation of young women looking to replace Daddy. Thank you Big Tobacco! You give all us men in our 30s hope. Can I donate to tobacco if I don't smoke?
On the other hand, the one gay clerk at Hollywood video keeps flirting with me. It's very flattering. Too bad I'm straight. Why don't the women flirt that obvious because even if they were flirting with me I'm a damn introvert here. I don't quite get the subtle nuances of interactions. YOu know how in every science fiction story there's always at least one (if not dozens) that knows everything because someone raised his eyebrow a millimeter more than usual? Science Fiction has taken that entire Sherlock Holmes thing and ran with it. Fucking Dune is full of "she brushed her hair and Mother Superior knew she was pregnant, with a slightly neurotic personality and a desire for anchovies on her pizza."
Well I'm not that person. I don't think anyone is, but it's still damn irritating not to know every single thing about someone the moment you meet them. I really don't think this telepathy is going to kick in.
On the other hand - I rented Tomie and The Man who Fell to Earth. The latter is scratched and my dvd player can't read it. The former has a freaky computer generated voices singing some freaky love song that could be in English but who can tell. That's a Japanese one. I couldn't get Ichi the Killer. But I think it's cool that cool guy from The Last Samurai got nominated. SO when they gonna nominate Chow Yun Fat or Sonny Chiba already?
Then again I am still thinking of that TRUTH ad - the one with the mannequins in Times Square. They still have that lame orange dot and that whole "the tobacco company is out to get you" theme but after the entire idiotic crap about how the tobacco company exec talked about replacing dead customers it flashed to this teenage girl that said her father died of emphysema six years ago and she hasn't found his replacement yet.
So the tobacco company is killing off fathers and creating a nation of young women looking to replace Daddy. Thank you Big Tobacco! You give all us men in our 30s hope. Can I donate to tobacco if I don't smoke?
On the other hand, the one gay clerk at Hollywood video keeps flirting with me. It's very flattering. Too bad I'm straight. Why don't the women flirt that obvious because even if they were flirting with me I'm a damn introvert here. I don't quite get the subtle nuances of interactions. YOu know how in every science fiction story there's always at least one (if not dozens) that knows everything because someone raised his eyebrow a millimeter more than usual? Science Fiction has taken that entire Sherlock Holmes thing and ran with it. Fucking Dune is full of "she brushed her hair and Mother Superior knew she was pregnant, with a slightly neurotic personality and a desire for anchovies on her pizza."
Well I'm not that person. I don't think anyone is, but it's still damn irritating not to know every single thing about someone the moment you meet them. I really don't think this telepathy is going to kick in.
On the other hand - I rented Tomie and The Man who Fell to Earth. The latter is scratched and my dvd player can't read it. The former has a freaky computer generated voices singing some freaky love song that could be in English but who can tell. That's a Japanese one. I couldn't get Ichi the Killer. But I think it's cool that cool guy from The Last Samurai got nominated. SO when they gonna nominate Chow Yun Fat or Sonny Chiba already?
