Hipsterfication - a word I just made up

When I can't write, for work or pleasure, I tend to make lists. This is a very small list of things I'm currently loving:

Extremely well timed promotion for Paul, which I still haven't decided if I'm seeing. Simon Pegg is so wonderful at exasperation. I react in a similar fashion when anyone questions one of my deep loves.

"That's not Dune! That's blue, it must be a girls book. Are you reading a ROMANCE novel!?" -Brandon

His insight is terrifying and it's HISTORICAL FICTION (with small doses of romance)! My new nerdy friend Mary started talking about these books a few weeks ago and I decided to take a short break from Frank Herbert's world and hang around in 18th century Scotland for a bit. I could explain it as beach reading but I hate the beach. I am genuinely enjoying this book. I figured that this series was newer but was suprised to find the first book came out when I was four. I bought the book before dinner one night in Newport, KY and suddenly it was midnight and I had read almost 200 pages. I've already bought the second book, at a wonderful little shop which brings me to...
Acorn Bookshop. Dear lord. Recently I started a story share with one Pat Roach which has unfortunatly been pushed to the wayside. I set it in a bookshop. It has always been a girlish dream of mine to work in a bookshop. Nick and I walked to brunch on Sunday (read: burgers and fries) then stopped by this shop. I felt like I had stepped into the setting for my story, just with better lighting. This place is simply the best, cat photos and cows everywhere. Dips in the carpet that make you watch your footing. Books shoved in every plausible corner. Strange shop rules behind the register (no tap dancing). I didn't want to leave.
These Turkey feathers. A school volunteered to donate them but toward the end of my day the parent who brought the subject up was nowhere to be found. Yesterday I venture up to my other desk and find these bad boys. I am endlessly tickled by them. They are preserved in salt, vaccum sealed in a food saver bag and came with a little note and everything! I don't want to open them yet because chances are they smell like death, you better believe I want to wait till Monday to share that joy with my entire team.
The hipsterfication of everything.

The rebellion against hipsters.

The return of Community. Need I say more?
Also, explainabrag, I didn't make one spelling error in this post. My dyslexia's pride is being crushed.

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