My Fun Day At The Bookstore

I love books...I love the feel of a crisp new paperback, or a really cool cover/binding on a hardcover.

I spent some time at the bookstore today rummaging through books and magazines. I've felt a void in my life somewhere, and was hoping to fill it with an enlightening book.

I wandered over to the martial arts section, hoping to find some ancient Samurai text hidden way in the back behind a bunch of crappy Royce Gracie 'Path to Black Belt' books. Nothing, no manuscripts I'd have to blow the dust off...not even an old sage wandering around and saying in a thick rural Chinese accent "you look lost...follow me to your path."

Then I wandered over to the religious section. Do you really need an 'Idiot's Guide to Taoism'? Idiots should stick to Evangelical Christanity.

There sure as hell wasn't anything good over there, and I mean, it's gonna take more than a book to get me back on the path to enlightenment. A break from caffeine treats is a good start for me.

I wandered on to the Philosophy section. I glanced over an Ayn Rand novel. I heard her name in passing recently. I cracked open one of those 'Penguin Classics' and to my dismay, the pages were filled with text all bunched together and waif thin like the bible, not to mention that the ink was light on some pages, and darkish clumpy on others.

I also thumbed through 'On Bullshit'. It looked funny in one of those 'hey we're really getting away with something by saying 'bullshit' multiple times lolololzzz', and to be honest, I'd be afraid to fall into one of those phases where you start quoting the stupid thing and calling people out when they're actually bullshitting you. (I've actually tried that recently, and you don't get a big hero prize...just one less X-mas card in the mail).

So finally I gave up...not even a complementary hot cocoa from 'Seattle's Best'.

It's a damn shame too, I really could have used another unread-but-shiny book for my shelf.