The Utterly But Not Complete Return
Of Mister Kiss Kiss Blog Blog
Today has saddened me. Not because of more examples at work about the whole "replacing existing staff with flying monkeys" thing, happily. But alas, our local anime & manga hub,
Gemini Jetpack, will be closing its doors for good at the end of April. There's a fair bit contributing to their decision to close, not the least of which is that multiple family were recently diagnosed with terminal cancer.
Still, for the last few years Gemini remained our happy hook-up. They'd always get the new manga, and their anime library (which outclasses even Gary's collection) was entirely rental-based. Granted, the arrival of YouTube has crushed that a fair bit, since people can download and watch for free...but I really liked renting a DVD to see if I'd want to collect a series. There are a few occasions where that saved me from taking a risk and buying some seriously bad anime.
And the manga! Mel & I have multiple, ongoing collections. Gemini had a list of our collections and would always set aside the newest volume(s) for us whenever they came in. I was on an exclusive members list, dammit! Since I'm not big into the club scene, this is the closest I can get to feeling all trendy & VIPish.
I can't say I blame the owners for closing shop, but I'm really going to miss Gemini, and I am going to miss them too. Not only were they cool people, but they knew their anime. They were comic lovers and otaku. And best of all, they had a great sense of humour, enough to laugh at some of the silly things found in anime and its various fandoms.
I wish Gemini and its crew all the best, but that won't stop me from mourning the passing of a wonderful shop.
And now, with all the dramallama over & done with (since pyjamallama doesn't seem to be garnering a following, I've switched to something more alliterative), let's move on to
Today's Lesson: snow in April is wrong (unless, of course, you're in the upper northern or southern regions...or in a mountain range). Someone must inform Winter of this.
Labels: a lack of flying monkeys, Gemini Jetpack, pyjamallama
posted by Phillip at 9:02 PM
The Blog That Dares Not Speak Its Name
After 2 days off, both of them being spent away from the city as we celebrated Mel's birthday, I have returned to discover that apparently it's better for everyone if I fired all my employees and left a team of flying monkeys in charge of the store during any absences of mine. I mean, sure, the monkeys would be rather prone to throwing their feces all over the place...but that might actually be a good thing, depending on how annoying the customer is at the time. And you never know: I might get a few lines of Shakespeare out of them in the process too.
It's certainly shaping up though that said monkeys might actually be more dependable and competent than most of the current crew I have, which does make me wonder just what the hell has happened to said employess in the last 4-6 months. Either the aliens left behind some pretty sad clones (and thusly should do a recall), or there's something in the Cheerios (probably due to the evil machinations of the Evidence Mice).
This whole thing has left me rather happy to know that I'll at least have Friday and Sunday guaranteed off and unfucked in my absence, given the whole Easter thing. Unless the store burns down. In which case I'll be left wondering if that was truly a bad thing, or maybe God showing mercy upon me.
Meh.
Labels: Evidence mice, flying monkeys, store stupidities
posted by Phillip at 5:42 AM
