Yesterday a grubby old man wearing tight clean blue jeans and a scowl purchased a magazine called "Inches". He was rude, barked at me when I offered him a discount card, and, at the end of the transaction, snatched the magazine and stomped out of the store without a word in reply to my enthusiastic, "Have a great day!"

Upon learning what "Inches" was about, I remarked, "No wonder that guy was such a dick."

Often, I feel like I work in a porn shop. Whenever I mention this, the reply is usually, "Oh... I didn't know you sell porn. You sell porn?" Yes, we sell porn, and there are a number of creepy, dirty, shifty, and fucking scary middle-aged and older men who come in to purchase it. (I rarely see younger guys buying porn, which I find rather curious indeed. Any theories about that?) Usually it's the only thing they buy, and they're often rude about it, as if they're in some great hurry to get somewhere (survey says "back home to masturbate", but I'd rather not think about that). Sometimes, to fuck with them, instead of my usual "have a nice day/night" or what have you, I say, "Enjoy your magazine, sir!" And then they look at me like a group of schoolchildren just caught them masturbating in public.

Except I think some of them wouldn't be embarrassed at all by that turn of events, and a few might even find it arousing. Ugh.

So yesterday, in addition to some other stuff, I picked up The Bride and Godzilla 2000 on DVD, the latter of which brings the grand total of Godzilla DVDs I own to two (the other being the 1998 American Godzilla starring Matthew Broderick). I'm a little disappointed that this one doesn't have the original Japanese language track -- instead being dubbed in English and, for some reason, French -- but it was only $5.50. Yay.

I also picked up a few blank VHS tapes, since I plan to record Justice League Unlimited and some other Cartoon Network shows on Saturday night (I think they're finally going to air the new Teen Titans episodes, so I have to tape them, even though I've already managed to get my hands on most of them). I'd hoped to go to Otakon on Saturday -- just for the one day -- and made certain I wasn't scheduled to work for that reason, but at this point it's looking like a no go. Too bad, since a couple of the folks from #db (whom I met at Anime-Expo back in 2002) are actually flying out for it this year and it would be nice to see them again. But in the event that I don't make it out there, I'm going to have the Wes Anime and Liquor Fest Convention right here, which is basically going to entail me getting drunk and watching a bunch of anime (and whatever else I want to watch) for the entire day. WOO! So in preparation for that, I picked up a couple more bottles of Boulaine liqueur last night, in addition to a bottle of sake. Because sake makes everything seem that much more authentically Japanese. Like subtitled anime!

If only Godzilla 2000 had the damned Japanese language track.

Ja!