D Mart Puns

Don't let her down Aron

I accepted an order for a 7 Eleven today. It was pretty easy...a few candy bars, some granola bars, couple pop tarts, energy drinks etc... I contacted the customer in regards to a replacement and he said he didn't care as long as I was buying in bulk ??? Come to find out, he said he didn't order individual items but rather boxes of each item. So instead of 1 Snickers candy bar, he had ordered 1 box of 36 snickers.

The manager of the store was all "This is a mini mart. We don't have boxes of candy bars or cases of energy drinks for sale"

I refunded everything, had support cancel the order and got $25 for the shop. :)

It was eight... ;)

edit this is for Book One of the 24/7 Demon Mart series, The Graveyard Shift. D’oh!

Preamble

I had been meaning to read 24/7 Demon Mart for several months now. For one reason or another it kept getting pushed down my list. Whilst playing some of the wacky horror comedy Dead Rising 2, I took another look at the Lucifer-looking MFer on the cover and decided that it was time. And boy was I glad I took said time.

A note about my reviews: I consider myself an appreciator, not a critic. I know first-hand what goes into the creation of art – the blood, the sweat, the tears, the risk. I also know that art appreciation is subjective and lernt good what mama tell’t me – if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. I’m not a school marm grading a spelling test – I’m a reader who enjoys reading. If a book is entertaining, well-written, and I get absorbed into it, five out of five. I have gone as low as three stars – anything less than that and I will not review a book (chances are I DNFed anyway). Regardless, I wouldn’t even put a star rating system on my reviews but for the reality of storefronts like Amazon.

Take from that what you will.

Review – 5/5

There’s this meme that’s been floating around the ‘net for a while, called ‘Men Writing Women.’ I think there’s a subreddit for it. It’s a pile-on wherein alleged chauvinists, swinish types, sex-starved dehumanizers and what-not get publicly shamed and excoriated for their inability to write women in a way that is not gratuitous and perverse, however one defines that. I pondered this as I read D.M. Guay’s 24/7 Demon Mart, though the notion would have to be reversed, as this was a woman writing a man.

But in this case, it features first-person mental décor that at times seems like it was placed there by a valley girl with ADHD. Having identified with the main character a little too deeply based on my past experience, I smirked at the sheer… femininity of some of it.

D.M. Guay’s 24/7 Demon Mart is the story of a young ineffectual man on the cusp of personal disaster, having failed in most of what I would call the ‘normie benchmarks of success.’ His name is Lloyd, for one, which is up there with Melvin and Eugene in terms of trope-y nerd names. Hell, they even called the unassuming nerd Eugene in The Walking Dead, so naming a guy Lloyd in a horror comedy paints the scene for what’s to come: kicking demon ass in what seems to be a fictionalized version of the itself fictional Si