Lamb

Went into Borders to pick up a few books. Got the second installment of Diary of a Wimpy Kid for Golden Boy. I read the first book, it was very funny and age appropriate. Picked up Michael Crichton's Next for DH. Then I went to grab one for myself, and I knew exactly what I wanted. Christopher Moore's "Lamb - The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal"

His other books, You Suck! and A Dirty Job are laugh out loud funny. If you haven't read them, you should. Anyway, it was between Lamb, Sam Harris' Letter to a Christian Nation or a re-read of Bertrand Russel's Why I'm Not a Christian. Since I've read plenty of serious texts lately (I'm in the midst of a self imposed break from chick lit) I figured I'd go for something that would make me laugh. So, on with the story. All I could find is the collector's edition, and I didn't want to pay $20 for a $13 book. When I got to the counter, I asked the stoner guy behind the counter to check if they have the regular, cheaper edition in stock since it's just for me, and not a gift. He wanders around for about five minutes before figuring out that the regular editions are in the stock room. Eventually he comes out with it. He rings up my purchases and stands there holding my books, he asks, "Do you want me to gift wrap these for you?" I said no thank you, just drop 'em in a bag and I'll be on my way. He continues to stand there, not bagging my books, and says, "I could gift wrap them, cause, you know, even if they're for you, you could still, you know, pretend....."

What the fuck?

Weather update: 28 degrees and a foot and a half of snow. Thank fucking goodness for 4 wheel drive. Cars were slipping and sliding all over the place this morning, and for some reason I will never understand, some idiots were actually trying to ride bicycles in this crap. Listen, it's the middle of winter, get on the damn bus. Stop fucking up traffic while you struggle through the snow in the middle of the street. When the bicycle lanes are covered in SNOW, that's a good sign that it's no time to be riding one.