A little bit of Nowhere

Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

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Thursday, October 30, 2008
 
"And This Is Where I Make An Angry Fandom Mob
Come For Me With The Pitchforks."


The store across from our new location in the mall sells, among other things, posters. Lots and lots of posters. They're good for being reminded what movies are coming out soon, since the front of their store will always be plastered with relevant paraphenelia at least a month or two before the movie premieres. There's just one problem.

This is the face now staring at me from across the mall corridor:





Yep, now I have this pale, brooding "I'm trying not to look like David Boreanez!" pouty-lipped vampire staring at me throughout my entire shift. (I'll speak little about the rather infamous book series on which this movie is based, beyond stating that I did try reading it but gave up after 120 pages when I died of boredom as the story decided to focus on "I hate him but he's so mysterious so maybe I like him" ponderings and lots of apparently meaningful stares, instead of a plot.)

So where was I?

Oh yes. Edward.

With the Twilight movie still a month or so away, I was at one point lamenting how I'd have that ridiculous face watching my every move for way too many days. But then I realized something. All I have to do is picture this:





As this:




...and suddenly, every time I see that Twilight poster, I can't help but smile to myself. (This is Edward's 'Blue Steel.')

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Tuesday, October 28, 2008
 
The Opposite of Summer


Outside, there is heavy, wet snow falling down upon the grass.

Mel argues that no such thing is occurring, since the curtains are drawn and if she can't see it, then obviously it does not exist in her plane of reality.

In other Mel-related news, in the last day or so her Email was hacked and handed over to an apparently Beijing-based spammer who sent me (and many others) a message endorsing random electronics. I must admit that the spam itself disappointed me, since I was hoping for something more along the lines of Engrish sentences or ridiculous porn themes. You know, a spam with an opener like, "Hello! My your penis are looking wonderfull today!"

As for Mel's email, it has been reclaimed, so fear not.


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