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Sunday in Downtown
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Spent this afternoon hangin' out with Thrown Monkey and EPK had me a good time. Hit Coffee People for shakes and finally got around to visiting the Mecca that is Powell's.

Man, that place is huge.

Checked out their game book selection and expanded my knowledge of African art, but neglected the Sci-Fi section, which I probably shouldn't have done. On the other hand, I haven't read any Sci-Fi in ages for really no good reason.

Hit Rocco's afterward. Stuffed myself with two slices while the television played O Brother Where Art Thou. Apparently, not only do they have a Roller Coaster Tycoon pinball machine ("based on the PC game!"), but they have a multi-title video game machine that has Elevator Action on it. I reminisced in my head briefly while EPK sang along with the KKK. :)

After that was [whatever the hell of that alternative comic/naughty book shop is], wherein I took a gander at a few choice issues of Cherry Poptart and good ol' Super Taboo.

Then it was off the market...which was pleasantly free of mass-murdering old people in cars, but also closing up. A bit of wandering (at least, on my part; I think they knew where they were going) led us to a poster shop where I coveted ResDogs merchandise, funky sunglasses that allow yo uto see behind you, as well as various other stuff. I don't remember much after that because while I was mimicking one of the Beatles to quote Yellow Submarine, someone attacked me with chloroform and I fell unconscious...

...or not.

Actually, my hosts decided to have a quickie in a nearby men's bathroom and did a poor job of covering up the evidence. Sure, when I questioned them, they claimed it was leftover whipped cream from the shakes, but I knew better. After all, there was no excuse for the moaning and the occasional cry of "Spank me, daddy!" that caused at least one of the register jockeys at the gift shop to smirk in approval. Not that I hold it against them or anything.

;)

Eventually, six o'clock rolled around and it was time to head back. Since returning to the apartment, there has been Simpsons goodness, random violence, and belly-button licking.

It's very strange here.


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