Errata the Second

[the_siobhan]

A friend gave me his copy of the comic book 'Hopeless Savages' to read. Rock. It tells stories about the Hopeless-Savage family, which came to be when punk guitarist Dirk Hopeless married punk singer Nikki Savage and they quit doing drugs, moved to the suburbs and had four kids. Who apparently take after their parents.

I am utterly charmed. If I knew for sure my kids would've turned out like this I might have rethunk my decision not to have any.

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The wife is in Haiti for two weeks.

I miss her.

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I got a letter from these people about six months ago, looked at it, thought "scam", and threw it away.

http://cbc.ca/stories/2002/07/10/Consumers/slamming020710

Do I have a particularily active "this person is fucking with me" radar or something?

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The sky is falling.

I work in the area of town that has the highest density of hospitals in the city. There are at least five within a few city blocks. (Which makes sense, locating the blood bank near the busiest hospitals in the province.)

Sick Kids has a helicopter landing pad on their roof, and it's pretty common to be walking down the street and have a low-flying chopper come in for a landing as you are walking by.

Toronto General is building an extension. (Did it really save money to close all those hospitals if the remaining ones are forced to expand to handle the extra load?) This involves great big fuck-off cranes that lift loads that look only massive when viewed from the street. They regularily swing out over the busy street below and I always tend to eye them suspiciously as I pass underneath.

Today when I was looking up I saw two white parachute-shaped objects floating in the sky far above the rooftops. They were too far away to make out what they really were, but they looked the wrong size and shape to be hot-air balloons, and didn't move the right way for hand-gliders or parachutes. I wonder if they might have been weather balloons.

An aquaintance of mine from the local scene used to work security for a boozecan where the entrance was reached via a fire escape. He told me that sitting on the top of the fire-escape was the safest and easiest way to keep an eye on things because, "People in the city never look up."

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I am going to see The Legends of Ska tonight. Should be fun.

Comments

[kest]

>People in the city never look up."

That's god's truth. There's a book by Julie Edwards (formerly known as Julie Andrews the actress; she writes even better than she acts) called The Last of the Great Whizbangs (or something like that. Great SomethingsthatstartwithW), where one of the main characters goes around looking up all the time 'cause people don't do it enough. He very promptly almost gets run over by a car.

When I was in early high school, some friends of mine took to sitting on the roof of the local shopping center and throwing pebbles at people going to the movies. People never looked up. They'd look all around, they'd never look up.

And when I went to New York for C7, someone (I don't remember who) told me to stop looking at the architecture, people would think I was a tourist

[missshirley.livejournal.com]

A friend gave me his copy of the comic book 'Hopeless Savages' to read. Rock. It tells stories about the Hopeless-Savage family, which came to be when punk guitarist Dirk Hopeless married punk singer Nikki Savage and they quit doing drugs, moved to the suburbs and had four kids. Who apparently take after their parents.

I am utterly charmed. If I knew for sure my kids would've turned out like this I might have rethunk my decision not to have any.

I loved "Hopeless Savages". Plus it had the work of most of my favourite comic book artists all in one book. Dunno if you're reading single issues or the trade paperback, but the TP version has some extra storyboards and more cartoony strips at the end.

[girfan.livejournal.com]

"People in the city never look up."

How true.
When I lived in Chicago, I used to take out-of-town friends to Marshall Fields department store and walk them to the middle of the cosmetics floor and tell them to look up.

Passing people first would look at us funny and then look up as well.
Most people never realised that the world's largest Tiffany mosiac is on the ceiling of the 5th floor and standing on the ground floor in the cosmetics department allowed you to see it.

In London, I like sitting on the top level of double-decker buses so I can see the interesting decorations on the higher level of old buildings.

[ferretboi.livejournal.com]

I'm sad I really wanted to go to legends of Ska but have so little money I couldn't I had to go home to Cambridge to be able to eat. :( Was it good? I would have killed to see Prince Buster. :*( Oh well what's done is done. I had to see my father and this is my only chance for some time.

That Hopless-Savage comic sounds hilarious. :) Oh well hope your night was good I'm not able to sleep it's too cold in this place and the sounds are all wrong.