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after dropping off my zines at the communal table, I moseyed on over to the redbrick market, which is one of the coolest places on the planet. ish. it's markedly more cool in the weekdays when the, and god forgive me for saying this, normies are at work and school. too much of my redbrick experience yesterday was spent dodging groups of families, all of whom seemed to be saying "wow, this place is so INTERESTING" or variations of that phrase, while standing stock-still in the very narrow walkways of the building. bless their hearts. I met up with an old pal from highschool (aloha, shane!) who is into this scene more than I am, and i'm still blown away by the fact he seemed to know half the people in the venue. half the fun of attending these events is just chewin' the fat with other makers-of-things. the other fun is viciously sizing them up as your competition. two main observations: 1- washi tape is IN. everyone's making tapes. 2- many tables at the fair aren't selling as individuals, but as collectives. so my conclusion is that I must pull a harebrained scheme and fake being a collective so that I may acquire a table. |
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[ADDENDUM] - I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT TO MENTION THE DINER COUPLE. my favourite irrelevant instakills in all of horror. my god. the swagger of this weasel-looking guy pulling up for a hot date and immediately taking a classic 80's coke break is burned into my mind. and the utter zazz with which the waitress gets ready? "iiiiiit's SHOWTIME!"
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