Hump Day Nerdgasm: The Not-Actually-Wednesday Edition

So it's 2 a.m., and that means it's officially Thursday. We are over the hump and have now begun our descent. Wednesday came and went with nary a Nerdgasm.

But listen here, you lot . . . I have nerdy things to say EVERY day of the week, and I won't be silenced just because it's Thursday or because my brain has switched into hibernation mode or because I'm inexplicably craving Ramen right now!

*ponders*

I really don't have much to say, as it turns out. But I suppose I could show you pictures from my latest excursion to the Last Bookstore?

A group of us went Monday with the intention of spectating the open mic night, but then we made the mistake of entering the $1-book labyrinth . . . never to be heard from again. *ominous tubas*

I haven't been able to get any decent pictures of this labyrinth of books, but my friend Jon has a fancy iPhone and some kind of fancy photo editor app that's available only on fancy iPhones, and what I'm leading up to is that he posted the pictures on Facebook and I thieved them. (Jon, if you're reading this, can I use these pictures I'm already using? I'll take your silence as consent.)

OooooOOOOoooOOOooooooooo

Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ridiculous, yes? And those are only from the FIRST room. The shelves wind on and on and-on-and-on-and-on.

So I decided to let myself buy five books. I was holding Anansi Boys, Sophie's Choice, In Cold Blood, and Cider House Rules and looking for a fifth when another friend flashed this before my eyes:

Space cowboys with shenanigans included.

So I put all those books back (*scoff* Books. Who needs 'em?).

But THEN I strayed farther into the labyrinth and found two books that promised to be the key to my escape, and I really had no choice but to take them or face an eternity trapped in a room with millions of books (the HORROR).

I've been meaning to read A Prayer for Owen Meany for the LONGEST. And I'm hoping a reread of Redwall will revive the golden reading days of my youth. Plus, I'm curious if the feasting scenes will still give me the jonesies for a hunk of bread and a block of cheese (I'll keep you posted on that).

So that's what I left with that day the next day when I went BACK . . . because on Monday night my card was declined and I had to ask the nice people at the desk to hold my treasure until I could return with sufficient funds.