Someone in my household started wearing reading glasses. It wasn’t me.
But one day when I was straining through an evidently tiny copy of The Watchmen, I saw them lying on the end table. I picked them up. No one was home, no one would see me… I slipped them on and tried squinting.
It didn’t help.
The squinting, that is. The reading glasses eliminated all need for it! Amazing! I finished the book in record time.
Thanks to the Kindle and it’s easily adjusted text size, I contend that I shall never need reading glasses. Provided I give up reading comic books.
But I don’t want to do that. In fact, I ordered a new one that came in the mail today. It’s the first volume of The Preacher series. I’ve read some later volumes and I just love it. It’s about a minister from west Texas. It is chock full of bloody, gory violence, explicit and sometimes extraneous sex, and more vulgarity than you can shake a collection plate at.
I love it!
So, I ordered the first volume from some anonymous internet seller on Amazon. It came in the mail today and I have either had a brush with fundamentalist sickos who had no idea what they had on their hands, or I have just met my new best friends.
They sent along a free gift. The free gift included a kitty-rap decal (I guess that’s what it is), a cross-shaped sucker (which is just horribly, horribly wrong in my twisted mind) and a choose-your-own-adventure book entitled “You Are The Messiah”. I can’t wait to read it. (I wonder how it works if you’re female? Does that take you down some alternately subservient path?) And then there is a post-card for “The House That Drips Blood on Alex” playing at Megaphone Comedy club.
Isn’t that insane?!! It’s like Christmas in the asylum, all over again!