Till you say don't you wish you never, never met her
Unrelated things of a Friday turning into Saturday—
1. While I just wanted to get out of the basement of the Harvard Book Store as fast as possible to get away from the man who took a book out of my hand in order to replace it on the shelf—without either speaking to me or making eye contact, while I was in the process of putting it back myself—I really appreciated my husband's offer to go back to the comics section and either smack wildly at the shelves with a large heavy paperback while shouting "IF ONLY SOMEONE COULD HELP ME PUT BOOK BACK!" or strike a coy pose and teasingly slide the book in and out, in and out between its fellows.
(I got out with a very cheap, very good copy of Iain Sinclair's Edge of the Orison (2005), however, so I won.)
2. So Breitbart is currently urging war on Kellogg's for pulling their advertising from the website and Penzeys is beautifully not backing down on their political talk. I foresee a lot of Ceylon cinnamon Rice Krispie treats in my future.
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derspatchel: "Oh, and clove, and cardamom, and lemon extract . . .")
3. Tonight Autolycus climbed the refrigerator and then threw up off the top of it. I feel he has struck a blow for cat undergraduates everywhere.
(Still better than the brief, tragic reign of Emperor Poopfoot IV.)
1. While I just wanted to get out of the basement of the Harvard Book Store as fast as possible to get away from the man who took a book out of my hand in order to replace it on the shelf—without either speaking to me or making eye contact, while I was in the process of putting it back myself—I really appreciated my husband's offer to go back to the comics section and either smack wildly at the shelves with a large heavy paperback while shouting "IF ONLY SOMEONE COULD HELP ME PUT BOOK BACK!" or strike a coy pose and teasingly slide the book in and out, in and out between its fellows.
(I got out with a very cheap, very good copy of Iain Sinclair's Edge of the Orison (2005), however, so I won.)
2. So Breitbart is currently urging war on Kellogg's for pulling their advertising from the website and Penzeys is beautifully not backing down on their political talk. I foresee a lot of Ceylon cinnamon Rice Krispie treats in my future.
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3. Tonight Autolycus climbed the refrigerator and then threw up off the top of it. I feel he has struck a blow for cat undergraduates everywhere.
(Still better than the brief, tragic reign of Emperor Poopfoot IV.)

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Thank you. I realize that in hindsight the correct response would have been "Dude, what the fuck?" but it was one of those small gestures that suddenly make you realize all bets are off on normal social behavior and so I just left.