A picture is worth ALL THE WORDS IN THE WORLD OMGWTFPDA.

So, here's the story. I had a meeting for my tutoring dudes, and it was held at a Panera Bread at a strip mall, because we don't actually have an office here. That was alright. It was next to a Jelly Belly store, which was pretty awesome, because they had free jelly bean tastings. I tried some of their most recent flavors: pomegranite, dark chocolate, bacon, and soap... all of which were accurate (in a disturbing way, in some cases). That was pretty awesome. And then, because I had nothing else to do, I stepped into the local Barnes and Noble. I had no intention of buying anything (if there were something I wanted, I'd ask Amber to buy it with her store discount at her store), but I figured I'd browse a bit before I made the drive home, maybe get a coffee, whatever.

And then I saw this:

An endcap full of horror? Horror that's not by King or Koontz or any of those big names? ZOMBIE-centric horror? Heavens, how intriguing!

And what's this? It's not just horror, it's horror by a small publisher! A minor player! Indeed, it's an endcap full to bursting with Permuted Press offerings, including my former professor Dr. Kim Paffenroth's Dying to Live and a charming little anthology called...

HISTORY IS DEAD! THE ANTHOLOGY THAT I AM IN! MY ANTHOLOGY! MY BOOK THAT I AM IN IS IN A PHYSICAL BOOKSTORE AND I DIDN'T PUT IT THERE OR ORDER IT!

Dudes! Dudes! Dudes! This is a thing! This is SUCH a dudely thing that there are no WORDS with which I can describe it!

For serious. I'm going to go run in circles until I fall down now.