Jewish Mice and Bookstores.

I now suspect that my poor sleeping habits are not a product of my arousal. That insatiable feeling's let-up, so I had begun to suspect that, perhaps, my button-down shirt was too warm or something. I avoided it, but for some reason, I can't help beating my Alarm Clock by a half-hour. I really don't like it; just sitting there, waiting for my alarm to go off so I can go make coffee. 4:30's too early. 5:00's just right.
By the by, while still on the subject of sleep, I had a bizarre dream: This local boy had sat down and tortured his girlfriend to death - the police discovered this, because he recorded the sounds over a tape of "You Are So Beautiful to Me", which was particularly disturbing, because the Police listened to it in my dreams, at which point I woke up in a cold sweat before my alarm went off. I don't remember too much, but I remember the kid rose to some sort of bizarre popularity, kind of like Nevada-tan. Everyone was offering shirts and stuff that had the number 24 on it, which apparently had something to do with the killer. This lady in the streets kept trying to sell me on it, but I was kind of disturbed and I kept trying to outwalk her, until I finally turned around and said, "Did I fucking stutter or something? I'm not buying what you're selling!"

Weird business - I woke up a little scared to go get coffee.

In a completely different tangent, Borders Books is closing here. That kind of stuck me right in the heart - I've always been a fan of Borders, because Waldenbooks and Hastings always seemed too uppity and too sleazy respectively, but Borders was always around and always had the Goldilocks Factor - Juuuust Right.
A lovely, lovely friend of mine recommended to me a two-part comic memoir of the Holocaust called "Maus", and after so much Ayn Rand, I decided I could definitely go for it. I went into Borders and figured I could at least get it at a discount, since they're having this "Out of Business Sale".

It was really sad, actually. The walls are slathered in these quotes like, "When books are no longer around, hypothesis is suspended, creativity stunted, and intelligence abandoned" or such, and I'm just like, "Well, there goes the last bastion of intelligensia in this town beyond the abandoned Library."

I got Maus for about thirteen dollars.
It was a great read, because he keeps his characters very true to their real life selves,
down to the way his father, Vladek, talks and his troubles portraying people of different ethnicities - I particularly liked his "So, I'm marrying a frog!" bit, when he's discussing with his wife what animal the French should be.

I bought Cardstock there, as well. I figured, since I usually get my Postcards from Borders, I would need to make my own once the bucket was kicked, but now I'm faced with a weird issue - I have all the neat pictures and such on my USB Drive, but I've found that the paper is a bit thick for most printers...

...I figured that I would take the paper and USB drive to the Biomedical Wing and use their triple-feed, electron-scanning, jam-proof printing apparatus with built-in stapler to print it, but we got a particularly bad snow front, and now I don't know if I'll be able to get there today.

Also, I confess that I got a little lonely - I'd called a bunch of folks last night and wound-up with answering machines. I called Liam, but he was a little preoccupied so after I talked about my Seminar on Diabetes, I kind of wound up clapping the phone down, because large spans of static from the snow started replacing the conversation, which had lulled to a stop.

Ahh well, maybe I'll squeeze an inch in on everything with a few custom postcards?
I'm working particularly hard to get this one of a naked man striking yoga-poses around his camera to fit postcard-dimensions.

If anyone's interested in making your own, I'll tell you that the typical postcard dimensions are, in Inches, 3.5x5, and that a sheet of regular printing paper is 8.5x11.

I think you can print a bunch on one sheet of paper, if you line them up right - I plan to do this, and use my straight-edge paper slicer to cut them into nice rectangles.

In closing, Maus has enlightened me to the fact that Nazrin is Jewish.