Did Not Fall Off The Edge

Yesterday we had to wake & arise several hours before the crack of noon (The horror, the indignity, the exhaustion!) to trek almost fifteen miles to the very edge of the continent. (Money is the root of early rising & all other evil.) In order that it not be a complete loss, we present some images of what Raymond Chandler called "Bay City." Here one can see the edge of the continent, & fool humanoids defying the tsunami that's bound to come. (Hurry up, damnit!)

The People's Republic appeals to "liberal guilt."

Coastal Defense Emplacement

The Alley of Commodity Fetishism

At the other end of the Alley of Commodity Fetishism, schadenfreude of the first water: This was a Borders Books, Music, Movies & a Cafe a few months ago.

Fans of this web log may remember the editor typing in passing that he was once an employee of said outfit, though not at this particular store, & merely because we told a condescending management shitheel that "We have to get out of here before we kill someone," they fired us. Can you imagine? We are pleased as punch that it's been replaced by an "outlet store." Fucking morons couldn't keep a store going in the very nexus of consumption.

We hope Borders Group still has the lease on the dump & are still losing money hand over fist on the two vacant upper floors. (The Barnes & Noble at the other end of The Alley of Etc. is still in business. Haw!! Justice. Almost.)