I worked my first full day today, eight hours. Full tour of the store, hang out in music, work in customer service, cash register, lunch break (at 7:00, lunch time in the middle of the Pacific), customer service, cash register, straighten up and go home. Needless to say, my feet are on strike. The up side is that I'm in a job with people I can talk to and it's even kind of rewarding selling books to people. People are interested in all sorts of things, it turns out. One gentleman ordered a book on the history of the world from 600 BC- 200 AD. I was happy to oblige, of course.

Okay, now this next section may be a little strange, as it deals with signs of the apocalypse, but bear with me. In all of the various editions of the Bible and the movie Ghostbusters are several signs to watch for. The one that isn't mentioned, oddly enough, is the skinny Jewish Santa Claus. That's right, the skinny Jewish Santa Claus. Apparently my good friend Gerry was drafted to play jolly old saint nick in a local commercial. The funny thing is, of course, he's never really bought into the whole commercialised Christian holiday idea for as long as I've known him, and rightly so. But that's not the funny part- the funny part is, he's skinny Jewish Santa Claus! Bwa Ha Ha! This might even trump the historical significance story from 1997. According to his blog (link to the left) the ad will start airing today. I'm elated at this, of course. One of my friends is now quasi-famous until, I don't know, new years maybe. I'm going to ride his coat tails to all kinds of riches and perks, like getting to ride shotgun in his car or getting a choice table at either local Bob Evans. Congratulations, Gerry- you're one baby step closer to your own reality show with Corey Feldman and MC Hammer. Good on you!