I woke up later than I'd planned, as the wife had set the alarm on her phone and since it's been acting weird lately it of course
didn't go off as planned. I got up when my alarm went off an hour and a half later, dicked around online with e-mail and the like, and then after helping the wife tidy up the kitchen a bit, we went out to lunch.
One Mexican meal later I'm feeling the heartburn weighing on me like a large heavy relatiuve sitting on my chest, and I notice that not only am I low on fuel, the little warning light is on and the gauge is officially set on 'fucked'. I stop and get gas, and am only slightly appalled when the tankful costs around $48 dollars, damn
this larger gas tank on the Maxima
I wanted to hit the local books music and video outlet for which I once worked, whose name is stricken from this blog because they suck and should be destroyed. The wife and I wandered around there awhile, and I was struck by the same thing I always notice when in that store: This store completely sucks nowadays
. When I used to work there, there was a certian hipness to the retail staff, they seemed to know their stuff, the store seemed to actually have a staff that was available to help the clientele. Now when I go into this place, I'm lucky to have anyone even wander by if I want to ask for help, and it'll be a cold day in hell that they actually speak to me and offer to help of their own free will.
I bought a couple of magazines, the newest Fangoria
with all its bloody horror film news and knowledge, and the latest Juxtapoz
art magazine. We proceeded to stand in the only available checkout line for the better part of fifteen minutes while the woman running the register tried in vain to rent out a copy of the film Deja Vu
to a woman, the disc and the computer refusing to cooperate with one another. This process was long and labored, actually involving her leaving us standing in line scratching our asses and shuffling our feet while she went to another register
entirely to try and work some computer magic there.
It didn't work.
I had a lot of free time to cough and fidget and count the amount of hair growing from the counter woman's facial mole, which was every bit as long as the goatee on my chin, which I find a little alarming. If I
had a large mole, I'd make sure to do some kind of maintenance on it to ensure that it's not beginning to look like I have a small scrubber brush percolating on my face, just to the left of my mouth.
I have perhaps had too much time to reflect on the situation, and for this I apologize, for all I know, my entire readership (all 9 of you) may be covered in moles and are now deleting your bookmarks because I'm such a selfish, shallow prick.
I can't argue with you on that one. Shave your moles, or at the very least, style that motherfucker
The wife has been fighting a sinus thing for the past few weeks, so she finally broke down and went to the doctor this afternoon, which ended up taking about four fucking hours from the moment she walked in the door to the pharmacy to the time she got back to the house. I was somewhat glad that I didn't try to tag along and keep her company.
I got a lot of work done, listened to several bits on the iPod, including last week's (Cool) Shite
, another Pickled Embryo
that finished up an interview with Scott Glosserman
, and an older episode of Indie Spinner Rack
that's been hanging around the iTunes
for a few weeks, this time interviewing Steve Bissette
of Swamp Thing
was a great interview, and amazingly knowledgeable about comics history, give it a listen, all my nerd brethren.
We had a late dinner with the Mother In Law
once the wife eventually got back from the doctor, and then went and picked up the 4 prescriptions she had dropped off earlier at the pharmacy.
By this time it's around ten in the evening, so I let the wife go to bed and crash and let the medicines work their magic, while I fire up the Wii
for the first time in a few weeks and play a bit of tennis and take the little Wii Fitness
routine for the day before heading off to the interweb to write this for you nice folks.
Then I head off to bed myself.
Be seeing you.Tag, you're it, Baggy Eyes! Personal
, Lousy Service
, Indie Spinner Rack
, Cool Shite On The Tube
, Pickled Embryo
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