I hate to do consecutive posts on the front page, but since I don't post all that often, maybe I can get away with it.

Anyway, I can't remember if I've shared with y'all my current employment situation. I work in a warehouse, packing and shipping books. Sometimes, I shred books. But mostly, it's packing and shipping. I've seen some mighty strange books pass by in the last 3+ weeks. Did you know, for example, that there are NASCAR-themed romance novels? And we're not talking tawdry ripoffs, either. These are officially licensed NASCAR products, with the logo and everything! Of course, I won't delve too deeply into the sub-genres of romance novels, because, frankly, some of them are kinda creepy.

Tonight, on my shift, a book passed thru my hands that actually caused me to guffaw, and exclaim aloud, "Haha! Brandon!" Fortunately, I don't work with anyone named Brandon, so I didn't have to explain myself. The book in question?

Furry! The World's Best Anthropomorphic Fiction!


Even at work, I cannot escape Brandon's sphere of influence...