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Garage Sales - 21-4-2018
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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The Season begins, a couple of weeks early. Wake up, get motivated, head down first to Taghum, where there's a couple of Kayaks on sale, a good price, but at the moment some deals have to slide.
From there, to Ymir, really wasting time here, there's nothing of interest, unless you want to chat with the proprietess, from here to Nelson, coffee, a couple of the expected garage sales there called off due to a spring thundershower that rolled through, then north again towards Kaslo.
Not a promising start to the season.
In Kaslo, the same storm that hit Nelson, most garage sales called off, and I hit the only one I can find.
My luck has turned around, mostly kitsch, vintage garbage, but a few finds:
Postcards, vintage, some old copies of some famous woodgravings illustrating parables and saints:
this one reminds me of the old bosses nephew for some reason...
And then a few of the old plastic ones that represent a scene in 3D, these are great, I have only to white out the writing on the back to use them again:
tipping the postcard gives depth to the field, others, Alpine landscapes, a few tacky German ones, a few from classic locations, they'll all work with my vintage stamps...
But the real find, the one that's given me the taste for the season, well...
...can you guess?
A crystal holography healing kit, "light therapy", with guide to acupuncture points, crystal holograms, wands, acupuncture electric stimulators, various other quack medical devices, total retail in excess of $1000 US, all mine for a mere $25 Canadian. After a bit of haggling, of course, but now, now I'm practically a Nelson Doctor. Dr. Rod.
And so it begins...
Hobosexual
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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A late night at the bar, the woods' got a cop and a homeless guy, they're talking, both are local, they're swapping dating stories, the cop has a few but the homeless guy won't be outdone, long dirty blonde hair and a beard, he tells us proudly that he's a "hobosexual', I've read "Down and Out in London and Paris", I know what he means, I want to listen but I gotta close this bar up and leave him to regale the cop with the tales of his omnivorous voracity ...
Fargo
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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The daughter's recommendation "It has the best villain EVER", and so I commit to season 1. And binge watch them all.
They're OK, I thought I recognized Martin Freeman from " The Office", and after later googling it realized it was him, although he's aged considerably. And Colin Hanks, others, and Billy Bob Thornton is a good (not great) villain. But, somehow it's...well, it sucks you in a bit, it's good, but the "folksy Minnesota humour" is done to death, what was charming done once in a movie is overdone in the series, in the end the real joy lay in recognizing locations around Calgary, largely Inglewood, and some of the outlying areas.
But it inspires you, there's no need for a big budget, this story could be told without the big names on a fraction of what it would cost to film most other TV shows, what is important is to know some talented people, have a good writer, some careful editing and directing, and you'll be off...
And so if there's a value to it, this is it.
One Hundred yards to an impaired
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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No fucking computer so I'm back to blogging with my thumbs.
So I'll be brief.
Chef, drunk first thing in the morning, and an hour before he's done work, borrows the dishwasher's car to run to the Superette to buy himself some beer.
The Superette, it's 150 yards from work, a 2 minute walk, 50 yard walk from his place...
But chef doesn't like to walk, that's why he's borrowed the car, his own, it has no insurance. And there's word the police are around...
I used to rib him that if the police ever set up a check stop in our parking lot he'd be done...
Anyways, the cops see him pulling in, run the plate, dishwasher hasn't paid his insurance...
...he blows a warning, 72 hour suspension, the vehicle is impounded, that'll be another 200$ or so...
Strange to say he's lucky. Even he was surprised and used the occasion to celebrate with another couple of beer when he got back to the restaurant.
And I'm laughing because only here, only these people, and it really isn't funny but...
And it would be funny only none of these people can afford it, in theory it's great, in practice it's another fucking tax on the poor and least able to pay.
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