Top Ten Tuesday: (Freebie) Favorite Quotes

Fellow blogger Andi of Andi’s ABCs inspired me to finally take part in Top Ten Tuesday–something I have been wanting to do for a while.

As luck would have it today is a freebie day so I am also stealing Andi’s genius idea of ten favorite quotes because quotes are awesome and I collect them and use them all the time on message boards as part of my signatures.

  1. “Sometimes perfection reveals the lie.” from Pivot Point by Kasie West
  2. “Truly, we are the gods’ own children, forged in the fire of our tortured pasts, but also blessed with unimaginable gifts.” from Dark Triumph by Robin LaFevers.
  3. “We were all monsters and bastards, and we were all beautiful.” from Seraphina by Rachel Hartman
  4. “Some things you can never leave behind. They don’t belong to the past. They belong to you.” from The 5th Wave by Rick Yancey
  5. “I wasn’t used to looking ahead. Not like Jack. Maybe that was why he had that ready grin. I could see through the dust, but he could see through time, and he didn’t even need magic to do it.” from Dust Girl by Sarah Zettel
  6. “We’ll just have to try to make better mistakes tomorrow.” from The Darkest Minds by Alexandra Bracken
  7. “Maybe she’d always been there. Maybe strangers enter your heart first and then you spent the rest of your life searching for them.” from The Piper’s Son by Melina Marchetta
  8. “There is no road home.” from Magisterium by Jeff Hirsch
  9. “The easiest lies to tell are the ones you want to be true.” from White Cat by Holly Black
  10. “Everything I am familiar with is gone.” from Prodigy by Marie Lu

Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly meme hosted by The Broke and the Bookish. (Image also from the lovely The Broke and the Bookish until I make my own.)

“My life is full.”

Talking to a coworker shortly after I finished a story time program:

Coworker: “How was story time.”

Miss Print: “It was great. A kind of hyper little boy came and he kept saying ‘Do this book next.’ and it was the next book. At the end of story time he said all of the stories made him very happy. Which made me very happy. And now we’re best friends.”

Coworker: “You have a lot of best friends.”

Miss Print: “It’s true. My life is full.”

I Spoke to Jack Davenport Last Week OR How I Randomly Helped a Really Famous Guy at Work Last Week

Exactly one week ago, on July 12, 2012, I was in the same building as Jack Davenport. Better, I was close enough to touch him. Better still, I had a conversation with him (sort of *cough*). For those of you who are unfamiliar with him, Jack Davenport is an actor. He played Norrington in the Pirates of the Caribbean movies and more recently has been playing the director, Derek Wills, on the television series Smash.

Jack Davenport as James Norrington

I currently work in a bookstore. Jack Davenport came into that book store. And he bought books. While I was at the cash register. When I heard him talking, I thought that voice sounded familiar. Then, upon closer examination, I realized he sounded familiar because he was Jack Davenport. I swiped his credit card and rang up the purchase and gave him a reusable tote bag (which he thought was very nice). I also probably stared and turned bright red. BUT I think you can all agree that means we are connected now and, though he may not remember me at all we will always be linked thanks to those books and that tote bag.

This is probably what Jack Davenport looks like whenever he thinks about his wonderful books and reusable tote bag. (Not really. Or is it?!)

It was all very exciting despite my not really saying much or actually telling him I knew who he was. But I still grin every time I think about it or tell anyone about it. I’m grinning right now, dear readers. It was amazing. It was particularly entertaining when I explained the incident to my mom: Miss Print: “I just saw Jack Davenport at work!!” Mom: “Who?” MP: “He plays director Derek on Smash.” Mom: “. .  . He’s the creepy one who sleeps with all the women?” MP: “Um . . . yeah.” So there you have it.

“I hate you. It’s my dress and you can’t have it.”

I am working in a bookstore. A very famous person was signing books at said bookstore last week. A very polite and well-dressed father came in with his 4(ish) year old daughter in a cute dress sitting in a stroller to meet said very famous person.

Miss Print (MP) completes transaction with Very Polite and Well-Dressed Father (VPW-DF) and turns to Daughter in Cute Dress (DCD).

MP: That’s a very pretty dress you have on.

DCD: I hate you. It’s my dress. You can’t have it.

MP and VPW-DF: Stunned Silence

MP: Well . . . it looks very nice on you.

DCD: Turns head away in disgust.

VPW-DF apologizes profusely before wheeling stroller away.

So . . . that happened. I can only imagine what the daughter had to say to the very famous person.

The Rockette Problem

At my previous place of employ, “Tori” and I started talking about the Radio City Christmas Spectacular and how awesome the Rockettes are. This led to some sound relationship advice that we tried to share with a less-than-grateful “Bear.” This post has been a long time coming and, hopefully, some readers (assuming I have any male readers–do I?) will feel our findings were more helpful than Bear did.

To state it simply: Every girl wants to be a Rockette. But not every girl can be a Rockette since the Rockettes are highly trained athletic dancers who are between 5′ 6″ and 5′ 10′ in height (the tallest Rockettes are at the center of any kick line and other height discrepancies are made up for in the height of shoe heels and hats). No matter how unrealistic the dream, it is a hard thing to realize that even if you become a highly trained athletic dancer you cannot be a Rockette because you are too short (I imagine there are some people out there who are too tall, but I do not know any of them). Therein lies The Rockette Problem.

I am aware there are some people who simply do not like the Rockettes and will freely tell you as much. These people are lying to you and themselves. When I first told my “Kiki Couture” about The Rockette Problem her first response was a declaration of Rockette hatred. Further discussion revealed that Kiki’s hatred came not from animosity, but from envy. Because she could not be a Rockette. But one real life example of The Rockette Problem at work.

But what does The Rockette Problem have to do with relationships? I will tell you.

One day, Tori was trying to offer Bear some advice–because she is has a lot of wise advice and because offering advice is what librarians do. She posited that men would fair better with women if they just understood one universal truth. And I looked at her and said three words that you should know well by now: The Rockette Problem.

This was the advice she had for Bear and it is the advice* I now share with you, readers. Use it well:

When a guy meets a woman he might like, the surefire way to win her over is to take her to see the Rockettes. I know what you’re thinking. What if the guy is Jewish, does not celebrate Christmas, or simply does not enjoy a well-choreographed holiday dance routine? My initial response: Suck it up.

My expanded response: Use this advice hypothetically if you are for some reason averse to the Rockettes, but consider this first. If you fall into a demographic that would not generally enjoy a well-choreographed holiday dance routine but take your girl to see it anyway, think how many brownie points you could earn. (Hint: you would probably need to go on a diet.)

Also, almost everyone celebrates Thanksgiving. And the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade isn’t a parade until the Rockettes perform, so watch them with your special lady friend then. Tell her you like their costumes**. Admire their athleticsism. Tell her you understand The Rockette Problem and she will understand how much you care.

If, for some reason, that doesn’t work. Write a letter. Not a coy letter. Just write a letter and say “Hey, let’s go see the Rockettes.” It will be enough.

Should that still not work, you might be beyond this blog’s help, but in a last ditch effort you can consider telling her you like the way she looks in blue at five minute intervals. If it worked for Edward Cullen it might work for you, although utilizing The Rockette Problem to your advantage is really much more likely to work.

So, remember, you must not hate The Rockettes–just admire. And maybe The Rockette Problem can be your own relationship solution.

*This advice does not apply to women hoping to improve their relationship prospects with other women for the simple reason that women already inherently understand The Rockette Problem and therefore cannot utilize it further.

**Being one to try and get the last word, Bear later told me the costumes were NEVER the first thing a man noticed about the the Rockettes. My initial response to that was, I think, fairly obvious: Suck it up. And don’t tell your special lady friend that!

“I don’t need to weed them.”

Bear’s take on weeding graphic novels that live on the main floor of my previous place of employ: “I don’t need to weed them because when they’re unhappy here they leave.”

(Unfortunately, the graphic novel collection has a habit of “walking” out of the library instead of being properly checked out. I guess it could be worse–DVDs could be walking out instead. . . .)

Clearly, whoever has been helping the graphic novels find a happier home knows how much they save by using the library every month thanks to the Library Savings Calculator.

On Making Friends

Sometimes making friends requires little more than a declaration. Like Sydney Carton in A Tale of Two Cities, you might just need to tell your personal Charles Darnay that you would like to be friends. And that’s it. You’re friends.

Other times, it might be easier to declare a friend instead of requesting one. If you proclaim long enough and loud enough that someone is your BFF eventually they will start to believe it. And after that it might even start to be true.

Then there are the people who just become friends in simple and unexpected ways. It might start by sharing a silly dance inspired by Pinky and the Brain. Friendship might begin with shared confidences like embarrassing stories or password-making techniques. Sometimes, a friendship might simply be born through the mutual recognition of awesomeness and an agreement to stay in touch through facebook messages and blog reading.

Whatever the method, the end result is a friend. This post is for all the people I found to be my friends through these many and varied methods.

On Being a Book Guru

It’s a pretty cool status to have. Also, not that hard to earn if you read a lot.

Case in point:

Last week at work my fellow clerk, “Lorelai,” was on desk with me. She was checking in a bunch of Mo Willem’s picture books.

Not that I do, but if I was going to have a crush on an author, Mo Willems would likely be a contender because he’s really awesome. So I try to read all of his books (not hard since they are all picture books and, therefore, brief).

As Lorelai continued to check in books I regaled her with a running commentary on the books.  Edwina, the Dinosaur That Didn’t Know She Was Extinct is quite funny. So are the Elephant and Piggie books. However, my current favorite from Willems’ ouvre is Naked Mole Rat Gets Dressed because it’s just kind of brilliant.

Anyway, after suffering through my opinions, Lorelai turned to me and said, “You’re like a book guru.”

Amused and flattered, I said, “I try.”

“Well, I think yuo’ve succeeded,” was her response.

On creating a monster

It’s easier than one might think. Also starts with the best of intentions. Be wary.

Case in point:

In an unprecedented extension of my full disclosure policy, I told “The Bear” about my blog a while back. Unlike GC, who was a total pain about the whole thing, Bear was very amused and even went so far as to say the blog was well-written and akin to what one might find in a comic book.

That was then.

Bear is now obsessed with appearing on my blog. To the point that Bear often worries, aloud and repeatedly, that he might appear on my blog in a post proclaiming that he is an idiot (he is not and I would never say he was–particularly since it is not true). I keep saying that won’t happen. And he keeps asking if it will. And it’s my own damn fault for telling him about it in the first place.

On Being a Superhero (or at least sounding like one)

The next time you try to explain why you work at your current place of employ, don’t start talking about promotions or transfers or ease of commute. Those things are boring and might reveal more than you intend.

Instead, simply respond: “I was needed here.”

If you can simultaneously look heroic, even better. Instead of unintentionally alluding to your own personal work dramas or providing too much information, this evokes images of capes and Bat Signals. Especially effective when talking to comic book readers who might appreciate a heroic response even more.