and also, the scientist ruminates.

currently burning a cd of joy division to counteract the mongo beats coming from downstairs…

This weekend we drove up to Painesville to shop for furniture at Miscellaneous Barn. We didn’t find any nightstands, but I stumbled onto a cache of old comics they must’ve picked up at some garage sale. They were selling the stuff for real cheap (a $1 or less per issue), so I ended up getting the complete run of WATCHMEN (except for issue #9…couldn’t find it in the stacks), a couple SWAMP THINGS from when Alan Moore was writing it, and a stack of Frank Miller’s RONIN series.

What is it about shopping at junk places and old used book stores that makes you feel so satisfied? Shopping at the mall/online is just too easy. The clearance rack, now there’s a treasure chest: seeing what the world has left for you…