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Hey, yay, an earlier SNS post! That makes me happy. If anyone wanted some kitty photos, maybe this post will cheer you up!

I’m toying with the idea of using a pseudonym (I think I even know which I’d want to use) for the purposes of memoir writing later on. Like, I would love to be as ballsy as Eve Babitz was about frankness in discussion of her own life, particularly the romantic side of it, but hardly anyone can pull that shit off with…

I actually don’t think your idea of writing up a little business-card-sized paper that says “Still working, thanks!” is a bad idea.

Speaking as an indie publisher and a former copy editor (good luck ever getting paid as one these days), this bums me out, but does not surprise me in the slightest.

maybe they really are just shredding that fucking hard.

My favorite thing about these mailers — and by favorite I of course mean the thing about them that fills me with deep irritation bordering on rage — is that they leave them on every door of my apartment building, everyone ignores them, and they end up literally littering the street we live on with obnoxious pieces of…

This level of disconnect does not surprise me in the slightest.

Oh, it was definitely a bonding experience, the shittiness! I mean, I met one of my current roommates there, and he’s a good friend. We worked in the same department, so there were many bitching sessions.

Oh, you’re preaching to the choir there! I have a few friends who could currently probably stand to be reminded of this (sad, but true) reality.

A group of 5 boys attempted this with me at the same age. It was absolutely terrifying, and I escaped (fairly, relatively) unscathed. I can’t imagine what going through anything worse than that, as she did, would feel like, and how it would affect you afterward.

I put in that I’m a 6' tall woman because I’m sick to death of how many men reveal themselves to be giant babies about tall women later on. It’s pervasive and ridiculous.

Your (1) reminds me that, as a Clippers fan (yeah, I know, shut up) I really do enjoy Ralph Lawler’s “Oh me, oh my!”

What is it with people who have no idea what goes on in actual, physical stores managing these kinds of decisions? My years with Barnes & Noble were the same way. All the major decisions came down from corporate in NYC, and not a single one ever made a lick of sense. It was usually more along the lines of, “If we…

My favorite joke I ever made to a customer wasn’t really a joke at all, and we both knew it. I was working at Barnes & Noble at the time (don’t get me wrong; I love books and the book business, and have been in it for 10+ years — that said, B&N is a hellhole, and they’ll all be gone soon anyway)... I was always…

Haha, you’re welcome! (There are a couple other great teen comedies from this era I love too — Drop Dead Gorgeous is definitely one of them -- but I happen to be from San Diego, so Bring It On has a particularly special place in my heart. The high school being called “Rancho Carne” is still one of my favorite local…

I just want you to know that I love your handle.

I had to re-read that line at least twice to be sure I wasn’t misreading. Michelle as Catwoman forever.

As a bookseller/publisher who’s been in the business for 10 years now -- and currently works in a secondhand shop, making coming home accidentally with duplicate works all the damn time much easier than it should be -- this sounds like a god-send.

This song is stunning. Man, do I miss George.