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Stumpage Reports
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Monday, April 14, 2003 :::
Pining For the Fjords
I currently live in a one-bedroom studio apartment. Over half my stuff is in storage and a bunch more is still packed in boxes and stuffed into closets. Here's a few things I miss that I'm looking forward to enjoying if I can get a job and move and don't end up homeless and selling my drug-laden plasma.
My Marx playsets. Including my Robin Hood Playset, a big pile o' army guys, my Barzso Treasure Island set, and of course my Marx Rifleman Ranch complete with gray plastic porch.
My Berni Wrightson comics.
My N.C. Wyeth books.
My goddamn stamp collection.
Who's Next?
I had dinner tonight with She Who Shall Not Be Named at the Village Draft House. They have about eight televisions over the bar, all tuned to different stations. One of the 24-hour news channels had a graphic with the word "Syria" followed by a question mark, all overlaid on a map of said country. If there is another war, MSNBC already has their logo. I guess the Syrians should start to worry when the question mark is replaced by some crosshairs.
Quote of the Day:
On my way back home, I noticed that several of the cars leaving the theater went to a Wal-Mart next door. Then I understood what was bothering me. The pod people have won, and everything is fine and wonderful.
--- Kevin Murphy, A Year at the Movies: One Man's Filmgoing Odyssey, 2002.
::: posted by tom at 11:45 PM
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