Walking Backwards

I made an unusual stop today on my way to pick up Nico. Not unusual in the sense that I never go to this place, but the timing was off. I am a Monday morning thrift store shopper having learned that that is when they restock from the weekend and the crowds are lighter. The staff is also less "involved" with you and your purchases. I braved it though, and thank goodness I did because I wouldn't have found my treasure of the day and I wouldn't have seen the following abominations to the retail/video industry.

My first stop was the video section where I always check for old horror movies or flicks that I have always wanted to watch, but never bother renting. They had an old horror movie today, too. Sadly, I know why it was brought to the thrift store.


Then I found a movie I had forgotten smashed in between a bunch of Disney films that didn't quite get off the ground (I'm looking at you "Three Lives of Thomasina" - talk about a depressing concept). This is a supposed children's movie that should never have been produced. I have no idea how they can make the whole cutting heads off thing "kid friendly".


Off to the toy section for me where no good board games were to be found today, but I did find some disturbing figures, my favorite being the one that was obviously marketed to children of ranchers. The "captive-bolt-gun" cow.



They had a giant-sized Heathclif doll with one eyebrow that I took a picture of, but it doesn't do it justice, so I am not posting it. I also realized I didn't get a pic of what I DID buy - a Japanese box set of Aesop's fables (for $2, rad!). I just had to get out of there. The cashier was eying my books and starting talking about how she loves Japanese items. When she started taking them out of their case I took that as my cue to leave even though it meant forgoing a conversation about 'Rio Bravo' with another employee who may be just as psychotic, but a little more relate-able and less "handsy".

I just had to write this. Joe and I were watching Star Trek and didn't have the chance to switch the channel before the teasers for the 700 club (or some other evangelical show) came on. We now are going to have to watch it. According to them the collapse of GM is a sign of the coming apocalypse. Good to know, I was betting that our end was going to be in the form of violence cause by jingoism and lack of acceptance of cultural/ethical diversity.

Gotta go, there are now talking about the prognosticators. I wonder if Paulson is one . . .

I was too wiped out after Saturday and Sunday to give a proper rundown of ACL, but I did remember my camera! You can see some of the photos in my Flickr stream to the right over there ------>

I did record a movie of one of my favorite (if not my absolute favorite) shows of the festival. I didn't get a good shot at recording my favorite song, but here is a good one: