Today I Took Diced Green Peppers, Seasoned Them With Salt And Fresh Black Pepper And Baked It At 8000

Whenever I visit a city, I try to find the weirdest little bookstore tucked away in it. Today I found a very weird one indeed.

The front door has a handwritten sign saying "Backpacks and large bags must be left at front desk." I walk in, and an 80-year-old man at an 80-year-old desk covered in Dr. Seuss books and angel statues immediately drawls, "Ignore the sign. I didn't make it. What're you lookin' for?"

Ancient Rome, of course. He moseys through an aisle that clearly predates wheelchair accessibility laws, and waves at a bookshelf labeled ANCIENT HISTORY, sandwiched between WIMMIN and SPARKLY THINGS.

On closer inspection, WIMMIN is actually the first of four book cases of women's history and biographies. There is no section for men's biographies. SPARKLY THINGS is jewelry, and conveniently located next to SCIENCE & HEAVY THINKING.

I select a useful-looking book from a surprisingly rich selection, then mosey on through the rest of the store, because you must mosey in a place so thoroughly Texan:

The Christian selection is vast. But our book seller also has a nice range of Jewish literature, Islamic texts in the original Arabic, East Asian religions, and FURRIN LANGUAGE textbooks.

I highlight the drawl out of love, not mocking. I have a drawl, and I think it's cool. (And also a little funny.) I was pleased to find a section on Black history, too.

Next to the Chronicles of Narnia we find MISC MILITARY, which features - what else? - guides for identifying aliens and practicing magic.

I joke, I joke - most of the store is perfectly well organized, and the family's World War I memorial and knick-knacks make it feel very personal and lived-in. And loved.

On the second floor we find history and geography for specific countries, such as the RUSSKIES, more philosophy, and genealogy CHESS.

Ah, the changing tastes of the American bookworm...Here we can also learn about SHOOTING BAMBI, STUFFING BAMBI, and HUNTIN.

And of course, the sign that made me realize I had to share this wonderful place with the rest of y'all, nestled between EDUCATIN CHILLERN and PRE-STRESSED CONCRETE:

As I check out, I'm menaced by a lasso on the wall:

"LARIAT: FORMERLY THE PROPERTY OF PECOS BILL. HE TRIED TO DUKE IT OUT WITH THE BOOKSELLER AND THE REST IS HISTORY."

Anyway. If you're ever in Fort Worth, Texas, do give Barber's Book Store a look. And if you ain't in Fort Worth, check out your nearest indie bookstore anyway. They often have really unique selections, and a feeling of history and personality that you don't get anywhere else. Barber's had a lot more variety than I showed here, and it's 99 years old!

As for what I bought? I think it's going to be very interesting...

My grumpy ginger edgelord son

now that iwtv has hit a new audience from netflix i figured now was a good a time as any for another round of favorite tweets of the week

made this with tears still drying on my face

I am a grown ass adult and I still get nausea when I feel like I'm in trouble. They're gonna send me to the principals office and take away my toys for a week. Can you just fucking kill me instead of making me stew in my fucking anxiety

ah yes, the two genders:

man and bath

the thing about bullets is that you can touch them and it's fine, but if they're shot by a gun they get so fast they can kill you. it's the speed that does the killing. so much of martial conflict is just using speed to harm one another

Every romance book promoted on tiktok is just full to the brim with horrible "steamy" taglines that are just like... Eyes on me, Little Beast. I'm here to make you Damp

Knowing a fic author through AO3 is like attending someone’s thesis presentation and politely clapping at the end, knowing a fic author through this hellsite is like going over to their house at 3AM to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar

devil's minion or whatever you guys talking about all day