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Apr. 30th, 2009 11:14 pmFirst post. More excited than I should be about this. Fresh start from seven years of Livejournal. Not importing old entries. Not friending real life people who can walk up to me in public and loudly ask about an entry in front of people who don't know I have a blog, how I liked the hangover yesterday, or get pissy when I unfriend them because they're psycho. Or friend friends of friends merely out of courtesy. No more paranoia that something I said 5 years ago is going to bite me on the ass at work.
Not that that ever happened.
And none of the non-real life people I know is over here yet. Still early though for DW, but late at night for me. Will spend more time finding people and tweaking the settings of this thing tomorrow.
Content. . .um. This time, the journal's going to be about whatever the hell I want. I'm not ha-ha funny, except those times really bad things happen to me, then people laugh. I don't have stunning insights into things pop culture. If I review something I liked, it's a chore to come up with more than two sentences, but I'll try. One idea I've been playing with, I've got a fairly sizable collection of old vinyl I've inherited from my dad, I might could start saying a couple of things about each album as I scan them; that is if I can think of something witty to say about Buck Owens (my dad had eclectic and undiscriminating tastes).
So to start, for the first post. . .
I had an unsettling conversation with the comic book shop owner today. He was on the phone when I came in and he was giving standard speech #1. "No, your comics probably aren't worth anything unless they're really old...no, 1992 isn't old."
I asked him when he got off the phone if he was giving that speech more often, what with the economy being in the shitter and all. He said not really, and. . .I'll try to quote him-
"Me and the other comic store owners in town, we talk (well except for that one guy) and you know what? When things are a little bad, comics and movies do ok. When things get worse, comics and movies still do ok. When things get really bad. . ." and here he got a swear-to-god gleam in his eye, "when things get really bad, the goodies come out." And he laughed, and said, "And so far, I haven't been seeing any goodies, and no one else in town has, so I don't think the economy is really that bad."
I'd never have thought my nice, quiet-but-grumpy comic book guy had any vulture in him. I asked him if he thought there were really that many 'goodies' in our town, and he laughed harder and said yes, he knows quite a few good collections hereabouts.
But then he went on and said he'd had quite a few guys stop coming by for their pull lists, or coming by and canceling them due to being laid off, so things are getting worse from his perspective.
So remember, when things get really shitty and it's a choice between Similac and Hulk 181, your local comic store guy would be happy to help you out.
Not that that ever happened.
And none of the non-real life people I know is over here yet. Still early though for DW, but late at night for me. Will spend more time finding people and tweaking the settings of this thing tomorrow.
Content. . .um. This time, the journal's going to be about whatever the hell I want. I'm not ha-ha funny, except those times really bad things happen to me, then people laugh. I don't have stunning insights into things pop culture. If I review something I liked, it's a chore to come up with more than two sentences, but I'll try. One idea I've been playing with, I've got a fairly sizable collection of old vinyl I've inherited from my dad, I might could start saying a couple of things about each album as I scan them; that is if I can think of something witty to say about Buck Owens (my dad had eclectic and undiscriminating tastes).
So to start, for the first post. . .
I had an unsettling conversation with the comic book shop owner today. He was on the phone when I came in and he was giving standard speech #1. "No, your comics probably aren't worth anything unless they're really old...no, 1992 isn't old."
I asked him when he got off the phone if he was giving that speech more often, what with the economy being in the shitter and all. He said not really, and. . .I'll try to quote him-
"Me and the other comic store owners in town, we talk (well except for that one guy) and you know what? When things are a little bad, comics and movies do ok. When things get worse, comics and movies still do ok. When things get really bad. . ." and here he got a swear-to-god gleam in his eye, "when things get really bad, the goodies come out." And he laughed, and said, "And so far, I haven't been seeing any goodies, and no one else in town has, so I don't think the economy is really that bad."
I'd never have thought my nice, quiet-but-grumpy comic book guy had any vulture in him. I asked him if he thought there were really that many 'goodies' in our town, and he laughed harder and said yes, he knows quite a few good collections hereabouts.
But then he went on and said he'd had quite a few guys stop coming by for their pull lists, or coming by and canceling them due to being laid off, so things are getting worse from his perspective.
So remember, when things get really shitty and it's a choice between Similac and Hulk 181, your local comic store guy would be happy to help you out.
