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For Sale: On Fire! - 1 Queensize Antique Wrought Iron Bedframe
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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Price: $685.00
Queen Sized??: I'm glad you noticed. Originally the bed was a double, but sometime in the forties it was converted to queen size by the local village blacksmith. That alone would cost you $685.00 today, so it's a bit of a rarity.
FAQ:
Where will you sleep?
Aw, shucks, thanks for asking. Actually I've acquired a smaller bed that better suits my monastic lifestyle. If Pretty AND Smart should call she'll have to get used to sleeping in close quarters. Although given how long it's been she shouldn't count on sleeping.
The Bedknobs?
Yes, very astute, it has bedknobs. You know, when things were good I never thought to rub them, and when things were bad I just slept. Buy the bed, give them a rub and tell me where you end up.
Why would I buy this original Antique bed when for $2000 or more I could buy a cheap third world reproduction from Chintz and Company?
You're logic is inscrutable. I have no ready answer, apart from you'll certainly enjoy walking across the new $25,000,000 Pedestrian Bridge in downtown Calgary.
On Fire?
"This bed is on fire with passionate love, the neighbors complain about the noises above..."
- james: Laid
Not this bed, not anymore. But before we blame the bed let me explain:
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The Vacation
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
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It's begun.
Anticlimactic, somehow, there's still things to be done, organized, plans to be made....
The landlord returned this morning, got me out of bed, the plumbing has been fixed, a few trial flushes of the toilet confirm it and I'm glad, I can take my morning coffee in the house...
I leave for work early, a couple of estate sales I want to hit, nothing too fine, a few trinkets for the daughter, I'm too late for the real treasures but I don't care, I'm soon to be on vacation and there will be treasures enough...
Work, all the staff restless, resenting every table that comes in. We've lots to do. The evening passes, slowly, very slowly, time trickles to a standstill, everyone is restless. The Bosses Nephew is bored with his current girlfriend, she's been around a week and has grown too attached, he's already planning a replacement while he comes and rubs himself against my leg. I make a mental note to take him to the Rocky Horror Picture Show, he hasn't seen it, all these women he's going through, the double pierced ears with overlarge faux-diamonds, the chest waxing, eyebrow plucking, mascara, it's time to help him out of the closet. The Rocky Horror Picture Show will be his ticket.
He's got it rough, the owner has assigned him a large list of chores to be done while he's away, paint the fence, paint the restaurant, and there's the problem of the homely dishwasher house-sitting to be dealt with.
Franco, he's out on the street, shouting rude things in Italian at pretty girls walking past. He can't wait for it to start, will be complaining the moment we're back of his boredom.
G - G hasn't got any plans, wants to get out of town, maybe will go work with a friend in another restaurant downtown for a week.
Everyone wants out and the night passes too slowly, a few regular customers who tip exorbitantly, trying to help the staff through the famine of the next 3 weeks, well intended but somehow insulting at the same time: 1 customer slips $100.00 to Franco - "For his family" while we're closed, Franco's excited, I'm less so - "Don't you find it insulting that he doesn't think you have the sense to budget for your vacation yourself?" I ask him. He hadn't looked at it that way. But it's the last night before vacation and all the regulars are a little bit more generous than usual.
After work, finally after work, we all go for drinks, "The Rusty Cage" on 16th Avenue NW. It's quiet, only a few people, the music loud, we retire to the basement for a drink. We sit, quiet, the bosses nephew is off, grouchy, wants to go dancing, none of us are in the mood. It's strange, this, the longest you go without seeing anyone here is a day, 3 weeks will seem like an eternity, the hostess, the hostess leaving for a better job, came in in tears tonight, saying goodbye was hard - "I know it's been a shit show and you're all fuck-wits but I'll miss you..." she says, and I understand.
Franco and I bid G & Nephew goodbye, I pick up my bag and walk home. My thoughts are elsewhere, not on vacation, making notes on a pad of paper. Past Aquila Books on 16 Ave, their fabulous window display, Bell Jar, $250, silvered ("and what, then, is the point of this" I wonder...), odd scientific instruments, beautiful and curious things that jog the imagination, 10 years of garage sale finds at 100 times the price but it's an inspiration to look, and I wonder what treasures (if any) I'll turn up on my vacation....
And now, 2:33 AM day 1 of vacation, outside there's heat lightning, light splashes of rain, I'm writing on the computer, time passes...
Markets of Britain
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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From Boing-Boing, a rather humorous take on the Markets of Britain. No embed option available.
Link: Markets of Britain.
1 day left
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And the landlord shows up, rings the bell, plunger in hand, 11:30 PM.
The downstairs is a mess, water pouring from the ceiling, there's an easy 10K flood damage. Raw sewage, eating the walls, drywall, carpets, filling the downstairs shower.
It's making my departure from here look increasingly attractive.
Tonight, work, slow - the first slow day in a month, long weekend. The Bosses Nephew has found out that the boss, he doesn't trust him so much and so he's got the dishwasher to move in and keep an eye on the house for the three weeks that he's away. He's not so pleased, he'll be moving in with the current girlfriend for a week or two at least...
And the bosses son, asking questions about creditors that have demanded settlements of 1/2 on his debts, he's accepted, he thinks it's a good deal, but will it affect his credit rating?
The boss, he just shakes his head, asks aloud to anyone who will listen - "How did I end up with such a fucking idiot for a son...."
The son, he's oblivious, he's now discussing the next Harry Potter movie and what will Voldemort do next....
It's a different world. 1 day left until vacation.
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