Fanboy-Gushing?!

This is insane. Why the hell am I posting a new entry again?! My life has been unremarkable the entire week! Heck, I don’t like what I’ve been writing since the last few days, despite my posts getting an unusually wide audience. It never was my purpose to make my blog a serious commentator of the blogosphere (or some retarded made-up bloggy word), but this week I have analyzed a hot topic twice! Anyway, I am not begrudging those who read my last few posts for my insights of one insensitive fatso. I, uh, thank you, actually, and, err, I don’t know what else to say. This post is going nowhere. 

So, you know, time to lighten up! Juicy gossips time OMG! Last Wednesday, I went to Ink & Stone (a.k.a. A Different Bookstore) to buy Kurt Vonnegut’s Cat’s Cradle. Unfortunately, it was out of stock. So, as my second choice, I asked if the store had Joseph Heller’s Catch-22. That, too, was out of stock. Not having a terrific time there, I was leaving, when the store’s attendant asked me to write my contact information so that he can notify me when he’s got stocks of my choice books. So I wrote my names and stuff, and since I have an unnatural fascination with people’s name, I looked at the others who wrote. My eyes popped out when I read the name on top of mine. 

Patricia Evangelista was here! I even interrogated the store attendant just to confirm this! I like her columns in Philippine Daily Inquirer. It doesn’t hurt that she’s such an eye candy, and that she might also be a terrific deipnosophist! Beauty and brain are the kind of one-two punches that knock me off my feet! Cheesy? SHADDUP! So, yeah, I wanted to meet her. Alas, I don’t have the book that she wanted. I mean, I can imagine what I would do if I have it. Since her contact details were at plain sight, I could’ve called her and said, “Hey Patricia, I saw your name on A Different Bookstore [detail removed] branch, and I thought of telling you that I have a copy of this book. Uh, we can trade, or I’ll be willing to sell it to you for a certain price. So, how about it? Can we meet up? Okay see you tomorrow bye!” And then, the next day, I’ll kill her with my mad dressing skillz and my madder humorz!  Fo shizzle!

Seriously though, I didn’t get her contact details. That’s just plain creepy. Still, wouldn’t it be cool if I could see her in person? If she’s reading this, I’d just like to let her know that I’m a fan, and that she can borrow my The Sandman vol. 1 and Upanishads – what I eventually bought – anytime.

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I really wish I could write something more useful for anyone, but it’s late and I’m tired. Which begs the question: why exactly am I writing? I don’t know *shrugs*. Anyway, I promise – and this is a promise I intend to fulfill, so take it seriously – to write about a more focused topic next week.