I work in a bookstore, and whenever it looks as though you might be heading to town, a picture of you goes up in the staff room with a notice to new staff members to let them know that you have a habit of stealth-signing books, and that you’re welcome to do so and we’re not to try and stop you.

neil-gaiman:

thenightling:

neil-gaiman:

I don’t care if this is true or not. It’s how I think the world ought to work.

I now imagine a secret meeting in a windowless conference room.  A projected image of Neil Gaiman is on the wall in front of the long table.  Seated around the table are men in suits.  There is a middle aged man dressed in black standing at the head of the table.

“Gentleman, this is Agent Gaiman.” as he indicates at the projected image with a long pointer stick.  “His mission is to infiltrate our base of operation and sign as many of his own mass-market paperbacks as he can find.  He is armed with a fountain pen.  Do not try to stop him.  I repeat, do not engage.  You are to pretend you do not know of his intentions.  Do not approach.  His combat skills have yet to be determined.  I repeat, do not approach under any circumstances!”

Probably I was given the Fountain Pen by Q. Those pens are dangerous. And it’s filled with giant octopus repellant. 

What true love looks like.

scarlettohairdye:

OKAY SO I had a coworker who was otherwise a standard clueless Straight White Guy, but this dude loved his wife and he knew her real good.
And his wife LOVES shitty grocery store icing.
So the first thing she’d always do with any cake is shove her fingers into the corner and scoop off whatever abomination of a flower was on there and eat it off her fingers.

SO THIS DUDE
GOES TO THE STORE
AND HAS THEM MAKE A WHOLE CAKE OUT OF FROSTING
Brings it home to his wife for her birthday
She shoves her fingers into it and then they just keep going
FROSTING ALL THE WAY DOWN
He said the look on her face was the best thing he’d ever seen in his life
It gives me hope that even a clueless Straight White Guy knew and loved his wife enough to give her the perfect birthday present cake frosting abomination

And I love to imagine the conversation he had to have with the grocery store bakery.