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Scene from the library:


Patron: What's that on your necklace?

Me: It's a bat. It's based on an Edward Gorey illustration.

Patron: So...are you a Wiccan or something?

Me: ...no.


I'm still trying to puzzle out where that connection came from. I'm assuming it's some kind of Wiccan = witches = Halloween = bats, but I'm still sitting over here going, "Bzuh?"

(Of course then I had to explain that no, I just like creepy things/horror fiction/Edward Gorey*, which inevitably led to the patronizing "Oh, yeah, I used to read a lot of that stuff when I was a kid but I grew out it" conversation. I hate that conversation. It makes me want to hit people with my copy of Great Tales of Terror and the Supernatural.**)




*Seriously, who doesn't like Edward Gorey?

**Because that sucker would hurt. It's a nice thick lump of a book.

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Tonight's grandiose plan was to come home, have dinner, and then read in the bathtub. (I got a waterproof kindle case for my birthday.)

So I was home, I had eaten, and was in the tub. I turned my kindle on, not having used it since this weekend. And now the screen is broken. A huge chuck of the upper right-hand corner is frozen, rendering any text that should appear there completely unreadable.

Which ruined my plans. Now I'll have to call customer support and pay to replace it and I've only had this one for a little over three months!

Grar.