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[theholyinnocent]

Today's complaint: Another great independent bookstore is closing. It was bad enough to see NYC lose a lot of its independent gay bookstores (A Different Light, the Oscar Wilde Bookstore in the Village), now this. It makes me want to go buy stuff at my favorite downtown bookstore. Must. Resist. "But holy, you always said you wanted a complete set of Proust..." Stop it right there, sister!

Today's amusement (which you won't appreciate unless you're a fan of the U.S. version of The Office): Battlestar Office-ica.

Once upon a time I had composed lyrics to the BSG theme, which I would sing at the beginning of every episode I saw, in my best Lisa Gerrard meets Edina Monsoon voice:

It's the Battlestar...Galactica!
We blow things up.
Cylons have sex.

Battlestar. Oh.

(Sorry, badtyler, I haven't been able to find the lyrics to my other hit, "Me and Robert Downey"...)

Comments

[cabenson.livejournal.com]

Loved Battlestar Office-ica!

And word on closing independant bookstores. There was a great little place called Nickleby's not far from my bachelor pad. I loved going there! Now it's a Caribou Coffee.

[theholyinnocent.livejournal.com]

There was a great little place called Nickleby's not far from my bachelor pad.

Where, no doubt, you were ceaselessly trying to pick up girls with glasses. "That Sartre sure was riding a major bummer, huh? Let's say you and me get existential back at my place..."