Tiny Animals on Fingers. Depressing blog posts today getting you down? Here's some cuteness to brighten up your Monday.
Time to weep for the state of the bookstore. Although I have met bookstore employees who have been fairly knowledgeable, I generally have a low opinion of anyone who wants to "help" me find a book. I guess it's just part of my personality to go at things alone--and the fact that I once worked at a library. (I even organize my bookmarks by Dewey Decimal. I'm currently considering putting them in LCC instead. Does this qualify me as a nerd? At any rate...) If I don't find a book where I would intuitively shelve it, I poke around in the other sections. It's not like I actually waste any time--I mean, what kind of book lover just grabs a book and high-tails it out of the store anyway?
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Added later:
Sculptures of Cartoon Skeletons. (via Drawn!) Both morbid and cool, they look like they should belong to the freakshow exhibit in a natural history museum.
