Good Evening!

For the second day in a row, our computer server was down at work. So another minor an temporary lack of technology. Today, we couldn't use our book master services (searching, ordering, or promotion lists). The first hour wasn't so bad because there was very few people in needing help. After another half an hour, we were back on track.

No one too annoying in today, except one woman that needed 10 copies of Mark Twain's Connecticut Yankee in King Aurthur's Court. I found 4 copies. Unfortunately, three were not the edition she wanted. So not being able to order the needed quantity, she said very huffy to me, "So how do you expect to run a proper retail business if your system is faulty?" I wanted to tell her I don't run the business, I just work here for a pinch over minimum wage. Thank you for painfully bringing that up Ms. I make way more than you so I think I-have-the-right-to -criticize-you- employment-and-the-company-you-work-for." What really goes on in the minds of these people?

More craziness. I thought I left all the bible luggers, tree huggers, no leg hair shaving women, and purse-carrying-pantie-wearing men in extreme liberal to the point of conservative Washington State. I was wrong. Welcome to the home of bible totting, tree fucking, plaid shirt/sandal and sock wearing women, and I'm proud to have a man-gina men. Western Massachusetts. There is a point were being against the mainstream is the mainstream, and honey, this is the place were the rubber meets the road on that.

I know that this is not happening just here, but there is a group of parents in this area, that are boycotting Harry Potter Movies because the kid that plays Harry Potter (Dan Radcliff) is performing in a play that only in LONDON where he has a nude sequence. Okay, he is in London. Unless you are taking your kids there to see this play, what the fuck does it matter? Stop being ASSHOLES. How does this really affect your kids? Are we really that archaic? I'm gonna say it, disagree with me all you want. I think everyone is entitled to there own beliefs, but, some people are raised with these set in stone values that aren't even applicable now. Just because in the 60's and 70's your parents wouldn't let you, grow a nut sack. This is a different age with things that we have discovered aren't bad. They are as times, different. If you are afraid of wizards, dragons, and witches. You have serious issues. See a shrink, dipwad. You are fucking crazy. Harry Potter is a set children's books. There are no beheading, no pictures of child birth or sperm, no cross burning, no concentration camps, no Grendel, no Romeo and Juliet, no Injun Joe, wait let me stop, before these same assholes decide they want to ban more literary classics. And just to put it out there for my favorite group of lunatics the Christian fanatics: the bible is all rosy and rate G or PG. There is some serious shit in there, but I guess that okay. It's Harry Potter that's the real issue, and in this case, it's the actor who is doing something not affiliated with the books or the movies that's the problem. Oh yeah, real fucking rational. Morons.

So on to something for the crazies to be upset with. I watched House of 1,000 Corpses and Devil's Rejects this weekend. I can't even describe them. Let's just say, they were what I expected from Rob Zombie. You gotta check 'em out if you have a will of steel.

Hubby and I were invited to go to dinner of Friday. It's at a restaurant I wanted to go to since we got here. The answer from Hubby was: I've been before, and in high school on Friday's, they would serve us steak from there, so I don't really need to go. Besides, people only go there for the shows." Which in Hubby language means, "No honey. I don't want to go." The problem with moving to a new place by yourself is everyone has done everything and nobody wants to do anything with you because they've already done it. The dinner is for the woman that spread that wonderful piece of info about the not come back to my Hubby's office. I've been avoiding her since that shit came to light. I figured it was just better. I never told Hubby that I was avoiding her, and now I have to go to dinner with her. Oh, today's her birthday. I didn't get her anything. Maybe I'll pick up a card tomorrow. You know. So I don't look like a total asshole/bitch. Great. The web we weave ourselves. Pff. Hubby told me to call and wish her a Happy Birthday. I choose not to. I told him, I just didn't get around to it. By the way. She and her husband are still working at the company they were just dying to get away from. Funny.

Hub's birthday is tomorrow, which means I need to wrap his gifts tonight. Nothing fancy. I bought him a new incense burner since his old one has seen better days, and a cell phone holder in the form of a western style dragon. He loves western style dragons, and the incense burner is black with skulls all over it. I'm sure he'll like them. I also scheduled him a deep tissue massage with my friend from work. Hey, she's a licensed massage therapist and she's doing it at her office. Get your minds outta the gutter. Freaks.

So, I need to eat dinner, then start back making my plans to rule the world.

Nite!

To understand everything is to forgive everything
--Buddha

Yokai