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Dec 03, 2007 15:33

Things I remember:

I remember picking up a plastic fish-shaped trophy mounted on plastic wood at a garage sale. The woman standing behind the table told me that if I put batteries into it, it would dance and sing. I bought it for twenty-five cents and took it home to insert the batteries. We didn't have any so I rode my bike (with training wheels) down to the IGA and bought some; AAAs, I think. When I finally turned the fish on, it just sort of flopped its head and tail back and forth, but it did sing the Talking Heads cover of 'Take Me To The River'. Which I thought was really cool at the time. I think my dad bought a rocking chair at the same garage sale.

I remember recognizing that a bit in a film was supposed to be a sex scene for the first time. I was watching The Craft with my friend Aimie - which I recall as being kind of weird, but apparently it had Neve Campbell in it - and there's a part where this girl disguises herself as another girl to get some kid to screw her and the real other girl comes up and looks at what she thinks is herself in the bed with this guy and it's weird, but all I remember thinking was, "Oh, so that was a sex scene." With the little lightbulb and everything. I don't think they actually show it, either.

I was sitting at a bus stop and a couple came and sat down next to me; maybe thirty or so, they were. I had my headphones in, so they weren't paying attention to me. The woman had a hat on, they started arguing about a car. Apparently the man had forgotten to fill up the gas tank after a business trip to Olympia and they were stranded in the wilds of Port Moody. Who the hell gets stranded in Port Moody? The conversation quickly devolved into an accusation on the wife's part that he hadn't been in Olympia for business reasons, but I don't remember how it ended. This could be because it was well over five years ago, or because my bus came and I got the hell out before someone got shanked.

Things I don't remember:

Well I don't remember them, obviously. Geez.

Cheers

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