a funny thing happened on the way to buy books...

(friends, this is why i'm a crazy blogger...)

krista and i braved the world of thackeray hall today to get bookstore credits to facilitate the inevitable wallet-raping that happens twice a year when buying casebooks. here I am, $438.15 lighter, and i’ve lived to tell the tale. it goes like this…

so, when you get a bookstore credit, you have to take a printout from the financial aid office to the bookstore office so they can set up an account for you. the bookstore office is way in the back, behind the children’s book section. since krista and i are incapable of not being distracted by everything (it’s a trait of those who are hilarious and brilliant), we ended up getting totally sucked in by a particular rack of books. but this wasn’t just any rack of books. this rack was filled with books of…paper dolls! the most fantastically ridiculous array of paper dolls you could ever hope for!

the best ones were as follows:
Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Paper Dolls
Glamorous Movie Stars of the Nineties
Bill Clinton and his Family
Old-Time Children's Fashions
Glamorous Television Stars
Famous Child Stars
Great Fashion Designs of the Eighties

there was also one for george w. bush and his family, but that one was just sad. and there were glamorous movie stars of the eighties and seventies. and glamorous latin movie stars. and french movie stars (which was oddly without the “glamorous” descriptor). and lots of red carpet fashions. all of these were done by some guy named tom tierney, who, in my mind, is obviously some sort of fetishist.

so, picture krista and me, all sprawled out on the floor, surrounded by our favorites of the ridiculous books of paper dolls, giggling like idiots, and all of a sudden we look up and there’s our friend tony, my favorite conservative, captain of the good ship federalist society (erm, this is not a good ship), the only guy i’ll let flip me the bird across the evidence classroom on a regular basis. tony’s just standing there, shaking his head, and he says, “i should have known it would be you two.”

indeed.

and if the paper dolls don’t convince you that the pitt bookstore is a veritable wonderland of fluff, take a look at this. so i kinda love nesting dolls. when i was little, my parents brought me a set from a convention they went to somewhere that wasn’t in mississippi. and the dolls were one of my favorite things. but the nesting dolls i love are the cute, cartoonish, hand-painted, brightly-colored ones. not ones like these. nobody wants to see nesting dolls of frodo, gandalf, arwen, aragorn, and legolas. i love the lord of the rings stories as much as the next geek, but come on!

ooh! and, krista and i are going to start our own podcast! we've been discussing the idea with krista's boyfriend paul, since more often than not he's the third party who gets to listen to the absolutely hilarity and brilliance that is krista-and-emily. the problem, however, with discussing this with paul is that he more often than not tunes us out, so he misses the hilarity and brilliance. but the krista-and-emily podcast is sure to be a favorite with miscreants and geniuses alike. we'll discuss things like... knitting! and the perils of hair dye! and paper dolls! and maybe we'll even do a podcast where we talk about podcasts! it will be very meta. stay tuned!!!