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Ten points to anyone with a clue what's going on in the entry title.

Today was a squeeish day. And a forgetful day, at one point.

See, today I had to go out and pay a bill. I caught the bus to do so, and arrived...

to realise that the bill in question was still sitting on my desk, merrily holding up the money with which I intended to pay it. Yey. I immediately check timetables, find an appropriate bus to come home, get the bill and the money, and then go back out to catch a different bus all so that I can make it in time to pay by 4:30.

The moral to this story is, I think, to look both ways before I cross the road. Or to absent myself from the Interwebs more than twenty seconds before diving out the door for public transport.

And now, squeeish things!

Firstly, the DVD shoppe where I pre-ordered my Serenity DVD has posters up. Posters in obvious spots - like the window, where it's likely to be seen by many, many people ambling about. Yay Serenity posters, and yay for DVD shoppes pimping our Big Damn Movie.

Their computer search thingy had to be put back on the BDM, though. Some clown thought it'd be exciting to leave a page on Chicken Little.

Next! A parent, observed in the wild, talking to a small child hugging to death a box of lego and making for the doors of a department store-

"No, you're not getting it.

If you take that out of the shop, then it's called stealing. Then the police will come, and they'll take you away.

And I'll let them."

I made it out of earshot before my untimely death by laughter - partly prompted by the words, partly by their delivery. And, I must admit, partly from memories of the hot lego bit on The Glass House.

Lastly, I was in a bookshop earlier*. I'm looking for a new dictionary**, but was distracted by suddenly remembering a book someone had recommended to me. This sent me searching for the literary fiction section of a bookshop that lacks even half a shelf of lit-fic***. I did, however, find myself in front of their YA section.

At eye level, right in front of me? Shade's Children. And right next to it? The Ragwitch. My pulse went crazyinsane, and my breathing sped up, and I got rather excited.

So I went upstairs, to my usual bookshop. They also had Shade's Children and The Ragwitch - waiting patiently to be plucked from the shelf and purchased. Worked out to be $AU33 for both, which made me rather happy-like since mere months ago they told me the books were out of print.

Still, my next bit of reading is likely to involve a wizzard named Harry ~~Blackstone~~ ~~Rincewind~~ ~~Copperfield~~ Potter. I may delay that a week or two yet, because I'd like for the comm to be a bit more populous. Or, maybe, give extra time to the first books (Sabriel, The Broken-Spectacled Wizard and the Variously-Named Stone) so that LJers can possibly see a reason to join in.

Which reminds me, I have a comm to post in.

*I don't consider this bit news, just necessary exposition. :)
**My current one is literally as old as I am, and falling apart. Also, Angus & Robertson are currently selling dictionaries 20% cheaper than usual. The ones best catching my attention thus far are variations on Oxford ones, possibly concise, but while I'm here I might as well see if there's one that my flist cares to recommend.
***My reason for being there is, I hope, explained in the above footnote.