I haven't really had much to recommend lately, other than the latest George R. R. Martin Song of Ice and Fire book, A Feast for Crows (simply amazing. there's a write-up on Martin in the latest Time magazine). But I saw a book at work yesterday that is, to put it bluntly, so funny it made my butt hurt. That book is "Me Write Book: It Bigfoot Memoir." If you get a chance, you should read it. It's by Graham Roumieu.
Some things I hate:
Commercials by Roni Deutch, the ones where she screams "Twenty dollars!"
Those stupid work at home commercials. Bleh.
The fact that Paula Deen, a seemingly very sweet and lovely Southern lady, wants to put mayonaise in seemingly every damn recipe. Mayonaise is not an ingredient. It's the result of a hideous dare, or the discharge of some undead thing-that-should-not-be.
Anecdote: An older lady came in today and returned the latest Oprah selection, A Million Little Pieces, because of the 'filthy language' contained therein. She then wanted Oprah's address, because she wanted to know why she would endorse 'such filth.' She also documented all the 'curse words' that she found in the first few pages, including several instances of 'Jesus Christ' and the word 'piss.'
Did she not WATCH the show? The book is clearly about a DRUG ADDICT and his fight with addiction. Doesn't it stand to reason that there might be some 'objectionable' content? Ugh.
Often times, people with certain crosses to bear or with particular agendas will come into the bookstore and complain about some content in some book that we sell. One of the things I love about working in a bookstore is that we're a free marketplace of ideas and ideals. Adults are free to buy or not buy any content, no matter how objectionable the ideas or words might or might not be. I try not to let it get to me that some people just won't get that through their thick skulls.
Some things I love:
Gentle kisses from my wife.
The way her hair smells after taking a shower.
Pesto.
Tree houses.
Peanut butter sandwiches with a glass of milk.
Kang Pa Nang (Thai red chicken curry).
A small glass of port.
Ska and reggae music.
Glitchy, atmospheric electronic music.
Making glitchy, atmospheric electronic music.
Our fireplace.
The way each of our cats are so unique, so individual. They're really little people. Without thumbs.
I'm a man of simple pleasures, really. A man of the people, if you will. :)
Happy Thanksgiving to all you jamooks out there. We're going down to Little Rock to see family. Hope everyone has a safe and warm holiday.
Some things I hate:
Commercials by Roni Deutch, the ones where she screams "Twenty dollars!"
Those stupid work at home commercials. Bleh.
The fact that Paula Deen, a seemingly very sweet and lovely Southern lady, wants to put mayonaise in seemingly every damn recipe. Mayonaise is not an ingredient. It's the result of a hideous dare, or the discharge of some undead thing-that-should-not-be.
Anecdote: An older lady came in today and returned the latest Oprah selection, A Million Little Pieces, because of the 'filthy language' contained therein. She then wanted Oprah's address, because she wanted to know why she would endorse 'such filth.' She also documented all the 'curse words' that she found in the first few pages, including several instances of 'Jesus Christ' and the word 'piss.'
Did she not WATCH the show? The book is clearly about a DRUG ADDICT and his fight with addiction. Doesn't it stand to reason that there might be some 'objectionable' content? Ugh.
Often times, people with certain crosses to bear or with particular agendas will come into the bookstore and complain about some content in some book that we sell. One of the things I love about working in a bookstore is that we're a free marketplace of ideas and ideals. Adults are free to buy or not buy any content, no matter how objectionable the ideas or words might or might not be. I try not to let it get to me that some people just won't get that through their thick skulls.
Some things I love:
Gentle kisses from my wife.
The way her hair smells after taking a shower.
Pesto.
Tree houses.
Peanut butter sandwiches with a glass of milk.
Kang Pa Nang (Thai red chicken curry).
A small glass of port.
Ska and reggae music.
Glitchy, atmospheric electronic music.
Making glitchy, atmospheric electronic music.
Our fireplace.
The way each of our cats are so unique, so individual. They're really little people. Without thumbs.
I'm a man of simple pleasures, really. A man of the people, if you will. :)
Happy Thanksgiving to all you jamooks out there. We're going down to Little Rock to see family. Hope everyone has a safe and warm holiday.
posted by Peter at 11:47 PM
2 Comments:
Can we include spammers and their ilk in the things you hate?
Good story about the Oprah lady. The fact that she wanted to return a book she'd already READ amuses me.
Ugh Pete. Ugh.
Not sure which bothers me more, an adult surprised that a junkie would use objectional language or that she actually complained about reading a book that contains it.
Ugh.
(yes, I'm secretly, naively, hopeful that the human race isn't -that- stupid or -that- bad, and so stuff like this still gets a reaction out of me)
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