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there was much to do today. most of it was done. some things were not expected.
one such thing was my visit to Ruckers in edmonton this afternoon. I had an hour to kill, so i wandered in there to browse the clothing. The lady behind the counter seemed to recognize me from my last visit to the store 6 months ago. it was odd, and a conversation was begun. it ended up with her telling me to bring my artwork to the store and they'd put it up on the walls and sell it for me. we had browsed through my deviantart page, at her initiation i might add. it was all quite an interesting experience, though i don't buy her enthusiasm. i think she was more of a new mexico abstract art fan.
while browsing the store, i happened upon a few gems in their used cd section:
I'm not sure if the first item is an EP or a single, but it had several (about 5 or 6) songs I did not have, and was only $9. Near mint condition, save for a few cracks in the case (can be fixed). The Bill Hicks was a best-of, of sorts. Easter was on there, along with several very funny pieces. It was, for the most part, much to my eager expectation, the sort of material I have grown accustomed to from Bill: crazy leftist/anarchist pro-drug anti-religion anti-stupid declarations of ideological war that leave one laughing hard at few moments, and smiling the entire duration a big loony grin that says "this many may be onto something" just as well as it says "i am amused amazingly." The Ruckers CD was a compilation album of local bands. Pretty self explanatory. It had mostly punk, but also some metal, some ska, and some jazz-stuff which defies explanation, though it isn't all that complex.. just.. unfingerable.
Mars & Venus is dead. Not gone, just lacking any diversity of male clothing that may otherwise intrigue me or fit me or not suck majorly. I am having such a difficulty finding clothes that fit my criteria, unless i look at women's clothing. Of course, that is all made to small and designed to showcase certain lower-body sausages and chest-mounted, slap-bate conundrums.
So, for the time being (currently: 5:24am, friday) i am going to sip my 9-hour-old starbucks iced (no longer) black tazo tea. no sugar.
one such thing was my visit to Ruckers in edmonton this afternoon. I had an hour to kill, so i wandered in there to browse the clothing. The lady behind the counter seemed to recognize me from my last visit to the store 6 months ago. it was odd, and a conversation was begun. it ended up with her telling me to bring my artwork to the store and they'd put it up on the walls and sell it for me. we had browsed through my deviantart page, at her initiation i might add. it was all quite an interesting experience, though i don't buy her enthusiasm. i think she was more of a new mexico abstract art fan.
while browsing the store, i happened upon a few gems in their used cd section:
Smashing Pumpkins - Tonight, Tonight
Bill Hicks - Philosophy
[and a] Ruckers' Comp CD of local bands
I'm not sure if the first item is an EP or a single, but it had several (about 5 or 6) songs I did not have, and was only $9. Near mint condition, save for a few cracks in the case (can be fixed). The Bill Hicks was a best-of, of sorts. Easter was on there, along with several very funny pieces. It was, for the most part, much to my eager expectation, the sort of material I have grown accustomed to from Bill: crazy leftist/anarchist pro-drug anti-religion anti-stupid declarations of ideological war that leave one laughing hard at few moments, and smiling the entire duration a big loony grin that says "this many may be onto something" just as well as it says "i am amused amazingly." The Ruckers CD was a compilation album of local bands. Pretty self explanatory. It had mostly punk, but also some metal, some ska, and some jazz-stuff which defies explanation, though it isn't all that complex.. just.. unfingerable.
Mars & Venus is dead. Not gone, just lacking any diversity of male clothing that may otherwise intrigue me or fit me or not suck majorly. I am having such a difficulty finding clothes that fit my criteria, unless i look at women's clothing. Of course, that is all made to small and designed to showcase certain lower-body sausages and chest-mounted, slap-bate conundrums.
So, for the time being (currently: 5:24am, friday) i am going to sip my 9-hour-old starbucks iced (no longer) black tazo tea. no sugar.
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