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January 28, 2006
Going Straight to Hell
I don't know how many Christian bible translations there are, but every time I learn of a new one, I am immediately skeptical. How many times can you re-interpret the text into "contemporary" language?
How well to the "Extreme Teen" editions sell?
Do you need a hot pink leather-bound edition?
If you are that concerned with how your bible looks, aren't you missing the point?
Yep, I spent a significant amount of time doing inventory in that part of the book store yesterday.
We are such a capitalist entity. If you want it, we are thrilled to sell it to you.
A lot of people think book stores are libraries. That's not at all true. Libraries are about access and preservation. Book stores are about profitability per square foot. If it's not selling, let's make room for something that will.
I also have ADD… so back to my original train of thought:
Do other religions allow for the same number of interpretations of their sacred texts? Somehow I think not.
I was amused that some bibles had a "think" logo on the spines. I find it horribly ironic. The goal of Christian organizations is to get you to behave in ways culturally defined as Christian. What they are thinking of, if anything, are new ways to appeal to you—to get you in the fold and keep you.
I let my subscription expire.
I am first and foremost a human. I am here to live a human, earthly experience. I will not supress my humanity or the things that make me unique.
I'm thinking about learning tantra. That may be a way for me.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 6:13 PM :: 12 Submissives [+]
January 18, 2006
Hair-Pulling Makes Me Hard
Well, it does. Even thinking about it makes my loins stir.
Hair-pulling whilst fucking?
Mmmm…
[+] Posted by Sinner at 11:37 PM :: 14 Submissives [+]
Double Lives
How many do you have?
I mean, really. How many people do you have in your life that do not know everything about you?
It's not that one spends his time spinning lies as much as he generates subterfuge and distractions, or simply withholds information.
The more I live, the more I see this as a requirement to live successfully in western-european-based cultures.
Show me how I am wrong on this.
It was really brought home to me this last weekend. One of my brothers asked me to be a sponsor for his newborn child's baptism. I accepted, of course, feeling honored that he would see me in such a role as a religious instructor. Really. Me.
I intend to enquire deeply into his expectations of me in this role, which I intend to follow. But I could never tell my brother that I can't be a Christian. And I would certainly educate his child on many paths. Not just one. But I won't tell my brother this either.
Other than you, my beloved reader, there are far too few in my life who I would share this information with. And I won't. My reasoning is not so much that I'm afraid to tell people I'm not Christian—or anything else, for that matter—rather, I don't think it would be beneficial to anyone. And also? I don't care for histrionics or come-to-Jesus discussions. Waste of time.
It's so un-fucking-believably stupid that people would take offense at me being who I want to be and doing what I want to do that I actively engage them in their illusions of who I am.
Isn't that evil?
[+] Posted by Sinner at 3:57 PM :: 9 Submissives [+]
January 9, 2006
Still Can't Find Moev CDs
I went to a local Cheapo last night just for grins.
Every time I shop for used CDs, I look for Moev. (I used to look for all the Cocteau Twins cds until I got them all.) Alas, there were none to be found.
I'll have to digitize my vinyl soon! I think I'll start on that project once I get to the new place.
Why didn't anyone tell me 808 State had released more albums? Dammit! Why am I always the last to know?
[+] Posted by Sinner at 4:16 PM :: 2 Submissives [+]
Sweet, Sweet Margaritas!
A beautiful blue-eyed girl bought me a couple of margaritas last night.
Later, she let me pet her kitty.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 4:12 PM :: 11 Submissives [+]
January 8, 2006
Raising Cash
Don't mean to go on so long with the radio silence. I've just been having angst about money and haven't been feeling too sexy, frankly.
My deposit and first month's rent have been paid on a new place. It's a nice little duplex with a couple of bedrooms and a full unfinished basement. Utilities are switched over, too.
The rub is… I thought that I had paid my last month's rent on my current apartment when I moved in. Alas and alack, I was dead wrong. So poor planning and a bunch of overdraught fees have left me with a negative account balance and a management company threatening legal action for "unlawful non-payment of rent."
This is why I'm leaving. Every notice from them has bold print and underlined text. If not that, then the threat of legal action. Like that's supposed to make money materialize out of nowhere. I hate them. But I also agreed to pay them rent. So I'm just a little anxious right now.
Anyone got any ideas?
Me love you long time!
[+] Posted by Sinner at 3:30 PM :: 7 Submissives [+]
January 2, 2006
Burning With Rage
I'm burning inside. I wish it was a righteous anger…
My bookstore manager in conspicuously and conveniently absent on many of the busiest days the store has had this season. She's just become engaged. I can't blame her for not wanting to be there… But she's the fucking manager of a retail store. Get over it. Lead us into battle you absentee bitch! And stop going home "sick."
Also? How about some schedule planning. If the corporate office is smart enough in their forecasts to predict a day that's way above average in sales, how about staffing the store for it? How about some of your own thoughtful research into the calendar holidays vs. days of the week? How about the fact that a lot of people were given today off since New Year's Day fell on the weekend? Fucking Mondays.
Customers who leave shit all over the store. I'm plenty guilty of this one. I'll admit to having a sort of addiction to shopping as an escapist activity. And how! I know I've perused large store in excess of an hour before ditching the items I thought I might buy. So, I get it. But fuck is it frustrating to find merchandise that the inventory systems tells you is in stock but is nowhere near where it's supposed to be. Thanks for helping me to lose sale after sale. And I'm sorry I—I know I've caused you pain, too.
When you're in line at the cash register? How about can you write your check while you're huffing impatiently? Or better yet? Stop writing checks. Just stop. Checks take a painfully long time to validate, require ridiculous amounts of tedious yet useless additional information, and the check scanners don't fucking work. Let's please stop the madness.
You people who write SEE ID on the back of your credit card? Let's have that ID ready when I ask for it, OK? And also take the time to notice that your card says IT'S NOT VALID UNLESS SIGNED. You thank me for asking for ID when other people don't, but yet you won't follow simple rules yourself. Let's stop this game, too. Or I'm not going to take your card anymore.
Cash payers? I love you deeply. Except when you say something stupid like "I hate change." Fuck you. Why are you making everyone in line wait while you dig through all of your pockets, your purse and your wallet to see if you might have exact change? Just put your change in a jar, and every so often take it to the bank—like the rest of us.
I know this is just me being a bitch. I'm pissy today because it was really busy, and the busier the store gets, the more little things become annoying. Like my coworker who is paid as a bookseller like me, but who insists on hiding behind the register. This guy constantly calls for assistance. Now, to be fair, the rule is to call for assistance if you have three or more "guests" waiting in line. Most of the time, he's got at least three when he pages. But he always pages when he has three in line. So 10-20 times a shift, this guy is paging for assistance at the registers. Today he paged a few times while he was involved in complicated transactions—and might have needed assistance but really didn't. I know, I know, it's all good customer service, right? Yes, for the folks in the check out line. But that means I'm taking myself away from my post at the information desk where people have legitimate questions that deserve answers. I just about lost it when he paged me to the info desk today. I couldn't win. Couldn't help customers because I was at the register. Couldn't put misplaced product away. Just answered pages after a while. I guess I got some exercise walking back and forth, eh?
If it's so awful, why don't I leave? Whatever. I like a lot of my job. I like the challenge of finding things for you and I find it rewarding when you thank me. A lot of you do and I'm really grateful for that. Honest!
This has been building up for a bit. I needed to vent. Thank you for listening.
[+] Posted by Sinner at 6:36 PM :: 7 Submissives [+]
January 1, 2006
Pontani Sisters *Rock!*
Everybody loves The World Famous Pontani Sisters, right?
I saw them dance a few numbers when Los Straightjackets came to First Ave this past Friday. I think Helen Pontani was the best dancer.
I loved the show and I wish you coulda been there with me! ;)
[+] Posted by Sinner at 5:14 PM :: Submit. [+]
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