If I Were Having Fun Time Would Teleport

After the usual dicking around this morning I got showered and dressed and headed out to the comic book store.
I had not previously been to their new location, but I knew, roughly, where it was, so I didn’t bother mapping it or getting an address or anything like that.
Naturally I regretted that once I got to the area.
I hadn’t realized that there was such an expansive (and expanding) shopping plaza there. I drive by that area regularly (like pretty much every time I go someplace outside of Leesburg), but I guess I’ve never really looked over that way (though I doubt you can see much of it from the road anyway).
The place is really nice, and will likely be even nicer when it’s done. It reminds me of the area around that nice movie theater that Scott and I sometimes go to.
Of course, niceness aside, I had no idea where the comic shop, there were far too many shops (open and not quite yet open) and too few signs up, so I wandered around aimlessly for a while before calling Scott to see if he had a copy of the “We’re moving!” flier, or could look up the address for me online.
He wasn’t at home, but his cell phone’s Internet capabilities are vastly to superior to those of my phone, so he looked up the address and called me back.
Once I got to the store and was ready to check out, I ended up causing some confusion.
Scott is taking advantage of their subscription service, and authorized me to pick up his comics for him. When I asked for his stuff, this led them to think that I was him, which is a notion that I never quite disabused them of, and the fact that I was buying many of the same titles that Scott had subscribed to only added to the confusion. Plus there’s the issue of the discount you get if you subscribe to a certain number of titles. They ended up just applying the discount to the entire purchase, which included some long boxes that I figured I might as well finally get around to buying.
To avoid confusion, I’m going to sign up for the subscription service as well, that way I can pick up two separate orders and have two separate discounts.
On the way out I noticed that there was a rather upscale (compared to like Wal-Mart or something at least) women’s clothing store right across from the comic book shop, which meant, as it did today, that there will be frequent encounters between schlubby comic book geeks and snooty rich bitches who look disdainfully down their noses at said schlubby comic book geeks.
From there it was off to Super Target, where I was just going to pick up a few things before heading over to Shoppers to pick up some groceries.
However, in the interest of lessening time spent out in the world I decided that I’d just get everything from Super Target.
I kind of wondered why I don’t do that more often, until I got to the register and saw the total.
The whole time I was there some kid was screaming off in the distance. As his screams echoed through the aisles it was like being near some medieval house of torture or something.
I just don’t get that. I mean, you’re a freakin’ kid; what in your life could possibly be that horrible? Enough with the damn screaming already.
We’re not talking about a baby, either, so it’s not like it was hunger pains or teething pains or the need for a diaper change. This was a kid who actually had the ability to articulate his problem in some other fashion, but was simply choosing not to do so.
Oh well, what’s life without screaming kids?
(It’s much better is what it is.)
Once I got home I set to work on assembling the long boxes, which was a first.
Back at my old store the boxes were sold already assembled.
It was just a simple matter of folding them into the correct shape, but that matter proved to be anything but simple, especially in the case of the deformed box that had to be snipped in some places in order to actually fold properly.
However, after a sweaty struggle that resulted in a few corrugated paper scrapes on my arms, I had four boxes assembled, which should be enough to hold at least the majority of my collection (for the time being).
I haven’t decided if, for the sake of freeing up floor space, I’m just going to throw the comics in as they are, or if I’m going to wait until I’ve figured out where to buy the additional bags and boards I need (since I had to cancel my last order of said supplies).
I suppose I should wait, because then I could get around to actually organizing them and entering them into the database, killing multiple birds with one stone. One long, arduous, expensive stone.
I spent much of yesterday working on an element of the bigger picture that I’m working on. While I knew that it wasn’t working out quite so well as I’d have liked, it wasn’t until I took a break and looked at it with fresh eyes that I realized what an abomination I’d managed to create. I hate to even think that I’m responsible for brining that thing into existence. It was horrific, and I really don’t want to talk about it any more.
Needless to say, I need to try that one again.
Another work week is nearly upon me, and once again I’m aware of how rapidly my days pass. All I can say is that it’s a good thing I don’t really have any fun on my days off.