Fandom everywhere!

So yesterday at work, a Very Enthusiastic Young Fanboy came into the store eager to get his hands on the copy of the Firefly Companion, Volume 1, which was in the window (because we don't mess around, yo'.) And so I placed it carefully in his covetous hands and we talked whedonverse, and then BSG, and then SGA, and my manager was rolling his eyes, and then, as he was paying for the book, his cell rang.

And the ringtone was... the Star Wars theme.

It was five minutes of intense geekery, matched only by today.

Because today, also at work, a customer came in looking for the Serenity novelization. And I have that, but it's not in stock at the store, and I don't want to encourage the publisher to print more because it's NO GOOD.

I'm really really sorry to say that, because the author seems all Browncoaty (he hung around the boards at the official site for ages, username KRAD), and it's not his fault that it's no good - I mean, it's hard to write someone else's story with any juice (exhibit A: the non-Frank Herbert Dune novels). But. It's an exceptionally boring read.

Anyway, I said all of that, because when I'm on about my fandom? I have no filter. It wasn't good or even adequate bookselling behaviour. The guy seemed disappointed, but he also said that he had a covetous swag thing going on, which I totally get, and I offered him my copy of the novelization.

It was fortunate that my boss was paying no attention to me when this went down, or I would be so fired.

So my copy of the Serenity novelization is going to a better home. And I've had my fill of being a fangirl at work.