I have started looking for classic gothy albums when I go to thrift stores, and I don't have a record player. I think I just want them for nostalgia/ephemera reasons.

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I have somewhere between 300-500 albums still. There are one some nice shelves in my studio. I do actually still have a turntable though. It's actually a nice direct drive one that even has a USB output so that I can use it to digitize things that are out of print when I need to.

Had a nice bike ride with my sister and then ate chips & too much guacamole with a glass of wine on her back porch.

I want a porch I can sit on that doesn't mean I have to watch my neighbors and the drug deals I assume they're doing.

... and another firm asked to interview me. Which is nice. Now I'm beginning to think the problem will be getting all the offers at the same time so I can evaluate them fairly...

Got a ride to the mall and a free dinner from the tenant at work. Got an outfit for next Saturday, although I'll have to hem the pants to work with flats or 1" heels. Went against my instinct and decided to shop in basic blacks, because I just don't own any. My color-neutral base is brown, it's what I feel comfortable with, but I'm seeing the value to having some basic black to make ensembles that aren't so reliant on brown/rust/orange/peach. It's a color I'm uncomfortable with (like red), mostly due to unfamiliarity on my own skin. And that's due to me rebelling against everybody wearing black. I swear, when I walk the streets of Manhattan, I'm the sore thumb.

I wish I could find knee-peddlers/swing-pants/not-capris/whatever that style is called these days where the length is three quarters but it's straight or even wide on the knees. I hate skinny knees, especially where it draws attention to how much they taper from my hips and thighs.

I have a vintage-look turntable that my sister got me for Christmas a few years back. Almost all the vinyl I had back in the 80s is gone, thanks to crazy people, but I still have maybe six albums.

Two out of three shelves are empty, the pineapple got roasted (with mixed results), and now I'm watching a classic Who with my buds and wine. Not a bad day.

now I'm watching a classic Who with my buds and wine.

I think because we were talking albums, I immediately thought, "Quadrophenia or Tommy?"

a USB output so that I can use it to digitize things

oooh, I so need a cassette player with that. And see if those ancient Prairie Home Companion tapes I made off the air have survived.

I have a lot of vinyl. I want to get rid of it, because none of it is unique and anything I'm still interested in I have on CD.

When my parents died, we decided that my brother should take my dad's amazing vinyl collection (tons of old jazz including 78s) since he was the audiophile. Bet he hasn't done anything with it, including selling it to one of the record stores he frequents. Ah well.

I have a wee collection of my own stuff.

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ooo, I'd hug that one too. I think The Damned is somewhere in that stack, but it leans heavily towards U2 eps.

In the continuing news that I am a horrible person, the tenant at works mother has passed away. The tenant was only partially in her current apartment at work to be close to her mother. While she was being so cordial as to drive me around, I was eyeballing her apartment and silently wishing she'd move back to the west coast.

It's just, come on! It's the perfect on-site apartment! In the back and away from the offices and the public, I can let my kitties go in and out, 30 second commute to work, probably on par with my own apartment as far as square footage goes, and I can totally get a discount as it means that I'll be an on-site support staff during weekends and non-staff-hours. So I'd really like this lady to move out.

These are my thoughts as she's letting me crash on her couch Tuesday night so I don't have to commute, and Saturday night so I don't have to commute at 2am.

So, horrible person: is what I is.