Dream: I'm someplace institutional waiting to be tested for C19 and there's chairs ringed around the room. There are others in the room and someone suggests we sing and it's a medley of showtunes culminating in "Tomorrow" from Annie. In the dream, I was thinking how much Perry would hate that.
So, a long time ago in Norfolk Va, pre-internet boom, there were these used bookstores. They had everything! Cheap cheap mass market paperbacks, weird art books, comics. They had snacks and a cooler for sodas sometimes and cigarettes. But their real money was in porn. A whole aisle, practically a quarter of the store, and not just Playboy and Penthouse but like fetish stuff- stuff that'd show up in a Jerry Stahl episode of CSI. One of the shops carried poppers and lube.
Then they lost their target audience when people could get their porn online. Then gentrification took their spaces, places with decades of accumulated magic.
You could go into those places with five bucks and buy a stack of comics or half a dozen paperbacks or a couple of vintage issues of Famous Monsters of Filmland.
I dreamt about one of those places... but this one had a basement with even MORE stuff.
Couple of locations:
First on a public transportation bus, going through the Navy base. I'm bothered by the fact that I somehow ended up on a Hampton Blvd route rather than a Granby St route.
I'm in some kind of crowded common room, like a breakroom for a store or shared area for students. HS classmate DS is there and I comment on her pretty dress. Ex-roommate MF is there and I tell him an author we both like liked one of my posts. He asks me if I've seen Ivan lately and I say no, though I think he's present. They're dressed like extras on Amadeus. Outside, but I initially think it's Harry Potter on television, evil wizards are attacking a friendly giant. I ask someone at a desk if we can't call the civil authorities. The idea surprises her.
My father shows up and wants to hang out. I say I can til I have to go to work.
Nine, I tell him. I look at my phone. It's 9:09
Work is Prince Books. This is not stated, just understood.
Woke up. Even in my dreams, my father's disappointed in me.
I'm with another traveler, I don't know him, it's like being assigned a row on a plane, we're on a hotel rooftop in NYC filming an Adam Sandler movie and there's a break in the filming and I tell him I think it's a bad idea and he tells me it'll be ok. There's male extras wearing gold metal skullcaps and wings. I'm smoking a cigarette with a crewmember and... Something happens. The crowd becomes quiet. That's when the exposition hits me: we're time travelers and it's 9/11 and the first plane just hit the towers. I wake before the second plane hits.
I love free stuff.
I love getting it and I love telling people how to get it.
Today: Google Play Movies and TV
Recently, maybe for Black Friday, maybe they were running a special, but I picked up s3 for Hannibal for free and s1 for three dollars, and even though it was three dollars it was free for me.
I do Google Rewards. It's an app in the android store- I don't know if it's available for I-phone. Every few days, Google will ask you questions about your search history, your youtube viewing and your shopping habits. So if privacy is a thing with you might want to pass.
As you answer the questions you earn Google Play credits. Some questions only are ten, fifteen cents. The more... intrusive the question, the more you get- fifty-six cents is the most I've gotten for a shopping question: Google sees where I've been with phone's GPS, like the grocery store or Arbys. They'll ask how I paid and if I'd let them see my receipt, which I send them a picture of.
Again, not something you'd want to do if you take your privacy seriously.
I've been buying s3 episodes of Hannibal for a while, concentrating on the first half- Hannibal in Florence. $1.99 a pop. I had a credit and I thought I'd start finishing the season (Thomas Harris's Red Dragon). I didn't have to spend a penny, since it was free! (Even with my credit.)
A couple of days later, I though I should make the most of the low prices and I bought season one (twelve episodes) for $3; list price was $4.99 but I'd already purchased an episode and they accounted for that.
The $3 I spent was all accrued from Google Rewards, no actual money was spent.
Google Play also periodically offers first episodes in order to get the view hooked- I've picked up the first episodes of Fosse/Verdon, Feud and American Crime Story: Versace- watching the rest of the season on one of the various streaming services.
Watching The Crown on Netflix and it's got me thinking about Punk.
I've seen bits and pieces in things- 24 Hour Party People, Sid and Nancy, Control- that cover the who and when but none of them really go into the "why".
The Crown has been good about covering that, albeit indirectly.
The devaluation of the pound and economic unrest. The miners' strike. The conservative government literally shutting off the power to the country. Everything boiling up and... BOOM.
Still sweeping the cobwebs from my brain. Hmmm.
Once upon a time, I'd have practically written an essay. Now, I'm lucky for a paragraph.