On Saturday I finally took all of the liquor and beer bottles that
my neighbour left behind when he moved out to the Beer Store. I had previously
brought them into my apartment from the deck but felt the need to dump out all
the cigarette butts from the beer bottles. Every other beer bottle had between
ten and twenty butts in it. For all I know the Beer Store doesn’t care, but I
find cigarette butts disgusting and so I cleaned out every single bottle before
storing it in my place. I filled my backpack and two large cloth grocery bags
with bottles and managed to sort of keep my balance with them slung over my
handlebars on the way to the Beer Store but I was like someone with enormous
and unwieldy barely supported breasts trying negotiate the street on roller
skates. I got a little over seven dollars in exchange for the empties, and
bought a couple of cans of Creemore, one for later that night and one for
Sunday. I went to the supermarket to get a few non-vegetarian supplies, since
Easter Sunday would be my first day of eating meat and dairy for almost a month
and a half.
In our most recent
Short Story class we had discussed Daniel Clowes’s graphic story, “Gynecology”.
Andrew Lesk had made the story available for us a on a site called Drop Box,
but since I already had a digital copy of the comic Eightball #17 in which
“Gynecology first appeared I didn’t bother with Drop Box. It turned out though
that Andrew had also posted an essay on the Clowes story by Daniel Raeburn. I
tried to find it on Drop Box but perhaps I went about it the wrong way. I ended
up downloading Drop Box and opening a Drop Box account and so now all I see
when I access it is an inbox with one file telling me how to get started with
Drop Box. Maybe there was a way beforehand to access the file without opening
an account but it seems that now that I have one it’s not possible. Andrew
answered my email to say that he doesn’t know what I’m talking about and that
the files are there. He said it appears that I’m the only one that couldn’t
find it. I said that it appears that I’m the only one who can and can’t do a
lot of things. I have found an essay on Daniel Clowes by Raeburn, but Andrew
had said specifically that the essay is on “Gynecology”. I’ve asked him for the
exact title so I can search for it. I really hate these sites like Drop Box
that make one jump through hoops to access them and then are impossible to use.
In the evening
there was a guy across the street improvising on the electric guitar. He also
had two large off-leash dogs playing with one another while he played with his
guitar. The brown one kept on mounting and humping the black one. Despite being
unleashed and running fairly wild within the boundaries of the sidewalks, they
seemed to be trained to respect that edge and to not cross it. Their caretaker
seemed to trust them implicitly because he continued to be absorbed in his
guitar playing no matter what the dogs were doing. At one point it appeared
that someone from upstairs came down to talk to him about the noise, but he
kept on playing while the guy was talking to him and didn’t stop after he went
back into the building.
I
watched a couple more episodes of Father Knows Best from the first season. One
of them started off as a detective story as Jim was investigating whether or
not Kathy broke a window with a baseball, which she said she didn’t do. Then it
turned into a court battle when Jim parked his car in front of a driveway,
which he said he didn’t do. The complication was that it was something called
“Boys Week” in which young students were given all the big government jobs for
a week. Jim’s son Bud ended up as the court judge. He found Jim guilty and when
his mother got up to protest he charged her with contempt of court.
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