Springsteen Flashback

he fucking KILLS on Prove it All Night, from 1978

if i were a supervillain

we watch a lot of Venture Brothers.  i mean, more than is probably healthy.  and yesterday while working, i thought long and hard about if i were to join the Guild of Calamitous Intent… who would i be?  i realize that i probably had too much free time to muse about such things.

Super Villain Name: Miss Ship

Henchmen: The Package Carriers i.e. UPS/FedEx/DHL – shortened to The Carriers

Our Villainous Trait: Carrying & dispersing a lethal virus. (continuing with that “carriers” theme)

it’s so freaking perfect. i mean, that idea has everything built into it already: costumes, vehicle…

yeppers.  too much free time.

not dead

the move, work, no time off, Confectionary Delights…too much going on.

i have been taking some photos. the above is Spouse.

the sound of almost-silence

granted, since Tourist Trap has become more of a year ’round resort, its not like Labor Day really means anything.  i mean, town is still crowded.

but there’s a subtle shift in mentality.  an audible lightness in the locals.  it’s over for another year, we whisper to ourselves. 

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in other news:

we did find a place to live, in Visitor Vista, a neighboring town.  while we’ll be living off Tourist Trap Island, a change will do us good.  the place has the same number of rooms as our current apt, but on a much smaller scale.  and Visitor Vista is a seasonal community.  the landlord said there are about 3 families on the street that are year ’round.

excellent, Smithers. 

Lost to you, found to me

to the bitchy lady who had me run all over the place for 45 minutes on saturday night:

you left your really expensive sunglasses on the counter.

they look great on me, just so you know.

Tourist Jackassery

to the numbnuts who walked our very crowded store with a lit cigar (and was smoking it) while browsing and got irritated when we asked him to leave:

DID YOU LEAVE YOUR COMMON SENSE AT HOME?

does any store, except for the cigar shop that has a humidor, allow smoking of ANY KIND?  it’s against the goddamn law.

and despite the scented delights we provide, the place reeked several hours later, even after a walk through with a Room Neutralizer spray.

jackasses, i tell you.  pure and simple.

summer of ‘93 throwback

i don’t know what prompted me to get this song in my head, i haven’t heard it in years.  nothing like a punk rock love song.  forgot how much i loved it.

 

weekend wrap up

dammit. 

she said we could stay in the apartment, but we’d lose the master bedroom, as she needs it for “family”.  (the house is laid out in a strange manner)  and the rent would stay the same.  this is the landlady’s way of getting us out, as she knows the apartment really isn’t large enough without that bedroom.

and jesusgod, i really don’t need this aggravation right now.

whole lotta bitchin’

due to a very busy schedule, i’ve got no time for anything remotely fun these days.  that’s the way it appears/feels anyway.  hence, my lack of posting.

1) Do NOT waste your hard earned cash on renting “factory girl“.  i knew it had gotten some pretty awful reviews, but i held out hope.  boy howdy, was i wrong.  you know its not going to be a good flick when you look at the counter and notice that only 30 minutes have gone by.  i just wanted to turn it off, and probably could have spent the remaining hour sleeping.

2) to the lady who has come by the Stand for the past three weeks, grazing on the samples but not buying anything…redeem yourself simply by purchasing a 3 pack.  we’re talking $3.  what?  you can’t respond because your mouth is stuffed full of samples?

3) due to a fubar of mine, we ended up with The Poseidon Adventure (made for TV, not the original) from Netflix.  oh christonabike.  the “best” part was the bit part of Peter Weller as the captain.  or maybe Rutger Hauer playing a bishop.  if you can believe that.

Bang!

i was sitting in my apartment yesterday afternoon, trying to not stick to anything, when i heard something gunshot-like, which is highly unlikely in this genteel, well heeled town.  and then came the sirens.  as i live smack-dab near the entrance/exit to town, i heard the wailing of emergency vehicles for most of the afternoon.  truth be told, i didn’t think that much about it.

at the convenience store this morning, i checked the paper:

A bomb squad from Atlantic City was called in to detonate a phosphorous flare that washed up on a city beach Wednesday afternoon.

While World War I munitions have been found on Long Beach Island after a recent beach-replenishment project, this incident is unrelated.

Fire Chief Jerry Inderwies Jr. said the flare appeared to be a military device that was not very old.

“How long it’s been out there and where it came from, nobody knows,” Inderwies said.

The ordnance washed up on the west side of town in a beach area known as The Cove. Inderwies said it looked similar to a mortar shell and every precaution was taken. Police, firefighters, Cape May County Prosecutor’s Office and the Atlantic City Bomb Squad responded. The device was exploded at the Grant Street Beach behind the Cape May Beach Patrol Headquarters. (read more…)

well, if we can’t have Jaws, at least we have unexploded flares!  i guess i’ll stop looking for sea glass & driftwood, and move on to Bigger and Better things.