Winter-blah Wednesday

I always thought it was weird how, when Judas Priest or Iron Maiden CDs come in to this store, it's not just one or two, but an entire collection. Lately entire remastered collections with which if you put them all together, the spines form an image, usually of a mascot (Eddie) face, or an awesome heavy metal flame of death.

I would like to thank CBCs The Hour with George Stroumboulopoulos for helping increase our sales of Michael Buble CDs. This happened after Michael told the exciting story of how he went to a party at Leonardo Dicaprios' house, got really drunk, puked in his pool & backyard, hopped the fence and stumbled home for two hours. Michael has allegedly not spoken to Leo since the said incident. (this actually happens to a lot of people, only not at Leonardo Dicaprios' house)

As you may be guessing, the winter blahs are riding my ass here at the store.
As I type, I watch my car being buried in wet & heavy snow. There has not been anyone in here in nearly an hour.
I'm thinking about playing our entire local-indie selection, which consists of at least 40 albums, and then planning my Sunday at the anonymous anti-Scientology protests.

If nothing else is posted here by 11:59pm Wednesday, then it only got excessively more boring around here.