Agatha Christie's got nothin' on me

Monday -

I spent the day doing inventory at BookCourt. This involved checking the shelves of the mystery section against an unwieldy printout. It took over five hours of steady work.

"Inventory is a thankless task," commented one of my coworkers. Not entirely the case. I did get a glimpse at the number of subcultures represented in mystery novels. There are knitter's mysteries, "unapologetic lesbian" mysteries, people who wish Jane Austen had been a detective mysteries. There are even catering mysteries, with titles like, The Main Corpse and The Cereal Murders.

"From the bestselling author of Sitcks and Scones - , " one book said.

"Shut your stupid face," I said.

The Freak Flag Flies No More

So, I cut my hair today for the first time in eight months.

The barber cut the sides and back short (but-not-too-short [sic]) but left the top kind of long. Now I look like Dutch Schultz or a Civil War general, sans grotesque, handlebar mustache.

It's ok though. I have always kinda had a hetero-crush on Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain.