Some things in the life of Kat the Dargonslayer, practicioner of Literature-Fu:

• At work we have a huge table set up with all of the Watchmen stuff, including a pretty true-to-life-size cardboard cutout of Rorschach. I watched a guy brush past Rorschach, tell him "Excuse me," and keep walking.



• Urban fiction -- especially the urban erotica that's mixed in -- is always funny. It's good for midday lolz when they're few and far between. Especially when passages of said books contain things like "Aw hell na, let me see them big ass titties!" and then, in another one I reshelved later, something the male character said sent "a tremor straight up her vagina." Not pussy. Not cunt. Vagina. I didn't know you had to get technical.



• I fell halfway down the first flight of stairs (about six steps) and was caught by the homeless lady who tends to live in the store by day. She smelled kind of musty, but she made sure I was okay.



• At various points in my work so far I've encountered people reading Forgotten Realms books, or at one point someone asked about the WoW atlas, and I almost asked them what server they played on, or what they thought of FR/DnD, but I stopped myself. I've decided I'm just not going to bother, especially since both customers were wearing wolf shirts. Is this a trend I don't know about? As a nerd, do I need to get a wolf shirt?



• Asking me for "the book about that bus crash" probably won't get you the book you want, despite the completely overwhelming number of books about bus crashes. At least know the title or the author. Also, asking me about "the sixty-dollar Shakespeare book," when searching the inventory for "Shakespeare" brings up THIRTY TWO PAGES of inventory (and six or eight books around the sixty-dollar price range), won't get you very far.