With me...cruelty.

I was watching the local news tonight. They began talking about something that they said sounded like something out of the Nat'l Enquirer. I thought to myself, "hehe...maybe it is in Port Townsend." Well fuck me sideways it turned out to be so. It seems that Paula Lalish (someone I know of, my Mother knows her) was knitting in the car while her husband was driving and all of a sudden they heard this loud pop and pulled to the side of the road. One of her metal knitting needles had exploded.
Exploding knitting needles!!!!!
My reaction too.
They aren't sure why it happened the general "normal" theory is that it had to do with static electricity. She is now using plastic needles.
I laughed and thought, "this is so classic Port Townsend."
There is some guy who works for the ATF who wants to do a study and figure out why it happened.

Yeah so that is my new true tale of Port Townsend.

Today at work I had a little fun and I will continue to have much fun being a wicked creature.
"David Brent" is picking the book of the week. I sincerely care about that kind of thing. After all one should pick something they sincerely want to share with the world. I think it is important to find little moments where you look beyond the evil corp. shit and merely share your deep love of books. Most of the people who pick books of the week really accomplish that. They find something they really like to tell people about.
This ass-face couldn't be bothered. He picked something at the last minute. He picked the second book in a series that hasn't been selling well AND he has never even read the damn thing.
I admit I set aside the creed of Miss Manners and decided to berate him infront of other people and call him on his shit.
I said, "you know that really defies the whole idea of a 'moment of truth' (stupid corp. lingo that is passed around) since you really don't know much about the book that you are supposed to be supporting." He said, "yeah well...we don't have anything I like." Uh huh. He said, "So I haven't read his books but we have a lot on hand and I figure we could get rid of a few. I think it is second in the series...and I don't know what it is about but I think we can sell...a lot." (he repeats himself a lot)
I said, "So...you are picking a book you know nothing about. You have never read his books and you couldn't find anything you like." He became defensive and I admit I was being a bit of a bastard but it was high time I nailed him on this sort of thing. (the best part was the fact that the managers didn't do anything they just let me go to town while everyone giggled.) He said, "I said I hadn't read this book." I retorted, "no...you said you hadn't read his books implying that you are not familiar with his work....And you really couldn't find anything in this entire store that you sincerely like? Couldn't you have ordered some books awhile back?"
It seems he is very very busy. You know...since half of the staff is doing his feckin' job anyways. It must be very hard to be that incompetent.
I then proceeded to point out this very fact again at the afternoon meeting. Garnering a few more laughs.

A co-worker suggest something interesting today. That we start an I hate "David Brent" club. We could have meetings where we eat cupcakes, drink cocktails and have buttons that discuss how we do not like him.

Futile, childish but still a good idea.

That is my day.

The new Thursday Next novel is so damn good but the author keeps fucking with my emotions. Not nice Mr. Fforde. Not nice!