Waylaid by a pushy manicure artist

[matrixrefugee]

Boring day at work... usual chewing on broken glass feelings on having to deal with my boss (I couldn't seem to get Flood to front, however much I poked at him, and he's usually swift to take the lead if I give him the slightest oppurtunity).

But that was all forgotten when we nipped up to the Rockingham Mall tonight: I was trying to meet up with my folks after we'd gone our seperate ways, but I got shanghaied by this pushy Spanish lady (who looked like she might be the red-headed aunt of the Smith Fanbrat Who Must Not Be Named) who was trying to sell me this fancy-schmancy nail-buffing kit. She even did a free demonstration on the nail of my right index finger. Nice stuff, but I wasn't gonna shell out thirty bucks for something like that. Even after she tried to push it for twenty. I told her I didn't have the money for it. Not a lie, even though I had twenty bucks in my pocket: that money was already spoken for.

Namely: Neil Gaiman's "Anansi Boys", which I got at Border's (formerly Waldenbooks) for $17. The gal behind the counter had just started reading it, after she'd been to Neil's book signing in Cambridge last week, and highly reccommended it. (She also warned me that the movie version of "Neverwhere" is a bit awkwardly done. Not to say that I won't rent it, I just won't buy it.) I've just started reading it myself, and I'm going to immerse myself in it before I settle down for the night.

And I popped into GameStop and *aaalmost* bought "Enter the Matrix" for $12 used, but I thought I'd wait on that: my dad's got tomorrow off and we might be going up to Salem, Mass. so I'd better keep some cash on hand for any trinkets. There's a comic-book and sci-fi stuff store there, and I'm gonna find a reason to nip in.

Of course when the pushy nail-buffer lady was trying to make her hard sell, *that* was when the Monochromatic Metrosexual decided to come out of hiding, only to later remark that the results of that product would be wasted on him since no one would ever see it. (Flood, as he'd accidently revealed to me, has a cosmetic problem with his hands, which is why our boy wears black PVC gloves all the time, but he's forbidden me to say more.)

And Ref is now begging me to loan her the book... not till I'm finished with it, dear...

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Hmm, I wonder what's up with Flood's hands. Someone in the Rabble has been muttering 'Richard Madoc' but I haven't read that far yet so I'll ignore it. The theories I've come up with so far are;
a)Calluses. If this is the case then he's even more vain then I thought.
b)Burns.
c)Weird shaped fingers.
d)He's missing a finger or two and the gloves padded to conceal the fact.
e)Scars
f) Some sort of skin condition.

Come on Flood, am I warm yet?
~Weaver

[(Anonymous)]

Hmm, I wonder what's up with Flood's hands. Someone in the Rabble has been muttering 'Richard Madoc' but I haven't read that far yet so I'll ignore it. The theories I've come up with so far are;
a)Calluses. If this is the case then he's even more vain then I thought.
b)Burns.
c)Weird shaped fingers.
d)He's missing a finger or two and the gloves are padded to conceal the fact.
e)Scars
f) Some sort of skin condition.

Come on Flood, am I warm yet?
~Weaver

[(Anonymous)]

Oops. Sorry for the double post. Don't know how that happened.
~Weaver

[matrixrefugee.livejournal.com]

LJ sometimes hiccups and does really strange things, like *not* forwarding comments to my email, so double-posts wouldn't be out of the question, either.

Oh, and as for the damage to Flood's hands, he grudgingly admitted: "It's burns. Acid burns, courtesy of some virus-damaged Exiled Agents, who were trying to extract some access codes which I didn't have."

[(Anonymous)]

Hope they met unpleasent ends and didn't do too much damage before then.
~Weaver