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I'm sitting at my 'puter drinking a Bud. At 2pm, I'm going to do laundry and get sauced at the bar across the street. Hugh may or may not show up and join me. I also scored a DVD of The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living And Became Mixed-Up Zombies in the dollar bin the other day. Searching through cultural scrapheaps is so much more rewarding than either the mainstream or the 'alternative,' somehow.
(and as your loyal bar-wife, I really miss you, you crazy vikking longshoreman)
Indeed. The more neglected the better. That way the trendoids havent arrived to pollute the place and the best treasures are still there for the taking.
Wino...nice to hear from you. For what it's worth, life in my northern town is great. I've been enjoying cider like an Englishman, and loving this long autumn. The snow will fly soon enough, and it will undoubtedly overstay its welcome, as usual, but for now, life is grand.
I can only assume the same is generally true for you as well, o' wise one. Cheers.
Last year I got a copy of Santa Claus Conquers the Martians in the dollar bin at, of all places, Target. Dollar bin scores are the best - right up there with the Planet of Prehistoric Women DVD I got along with a whole bunch of Gamara movies at the supermarket one strange fine day.
My current job insures that I get to see what goes in the dollar bin first. And on p2p, I assidiously avoid whatever's currently in vogue, since it's inevitably going to suck. The stuff in the junkpile is so much better.
My favorite job in college was working in acquisitions at the main library. I got to see all the stuff coming in before it dropped into circulation. It was pure random interestingness.
Gaspode,
I had a savage feast at Doyers with my friend who is originally from Paris. We went nuts, eating as much of the oddball stuff as we could figure out from the menu. He said the frogs legs were the best he ever had in his life and he went into the kitchen to thank the chef, which I have never seen before. The waitstaff was mildly amused.
God that place is good.
I have some really terrible dollar bin movies, it's not all Yay Zombies in there. Sometimes it's fuckit this garbage is in the public domain right? Someone will buy it.
(the other day we had a book on horsebreeding entitled (I shit you not) 'The Great Stud Farms Of North America.' That kept us in stitches for the rest of the day)
I had a savage feast at Doyers
That place is so good that every good American needs to eat there before they die. Thanks for introducing me to it.
the other day we had a book on horsebreeding entitled (I shit you not) 'The Great Stud Farms Of North America.' That kept us in stitches for the rest of the day
It was great! Thanks for asking. There was much luxuriating and my friend turned out to be an awesome traveling companion, which is always a pleasant surprise.
Made it hard to come back to reality though. "Where is my selection of fine tea and muffins? Why must I wear pants and not just a fluffy robe?"
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