who needs the kwik-e-mart?

i finally got the chance to go to a kwik-e-mart converted from a 7-11. at first i didn't really care if i went or not, but now i'm glad i went. and going with close friends made it even more special.

we went to the glendale one and we got there just as the sun was setting - an opportune time for a nice artsy photo.

this didnt remind me of the episode it came from, but an episode in the later seasons where homer says "if bart can be el barto then i can be..." (homer then paints el homo on the wall)

i noticed that there was no cover but then i remembered seeing a bank of springfield sign in a photo from someone else's trip to the kwik-e-mart.

(this photo was sourced from somewhere else) i guess someone wanted a souvenir. if you're wondering, the sign says "first bank of springfield - misplacing decimal points since 194.5"

there was a chubby, older than middle aged security guard at the door packing a 6 shooter and a baseball bat, regulating the number of people in the store at a time.






great skit and episode





great visit guys



so i walked away from a comic, a squishee cup and a homer donut. i rarely type out smiles in my blogs but ^_^

oh and when i got home, i was checking out the movie website and they're have the simpsons movie soundtrack out. big ups on the packaging. very creative. the soundtrack cd case is a plastic donut and the box for the cd is a donut box. i think i might just get it just cuz it looks so damn cool.

i also got the krustyOs and buzz cola, but they were from aa non-kwik-e-mart, reg. 7-11 from our abbrivated krew trip to see sammi at vegas.
which turns out to be a good thing, b/c the burbank one was sold out of a krustyOs and buzz cola was almost twice as expensive.

time after time pt. 1

i was looking through some old folders and found some pics of my mom when she was a kid.


and when she was 20

i'm just blown away with how time changes everything.

time sucks.

tonight:


friday:

and



sat:

lala's

lala's in melrose and club hopping in weho. (two counts as hopping right?)
finding parking was a horrendous ordeal.
backed-up sewer and a guy with a busted head sums up the first bar.
fun nevertheless.

drinking game at the second, and i had one too many drinks.

good friends. gay bars. good times.
happy birthday scott!

ding dang dong-ing through the night

[edit] (thanks scott) pertillos surprise. ding dang dong. sneaking soju. swisher sweets we couldn't finish.

"in the end" screaming till our lungs got sore like jay-z
it was a big hit kel. thanks for planning everything.

i can't wait for tonight.

good food. good friends. good times.

an afternoon trip down to ctown

otto and me decided to take a trip to ctown to visit munkyking and robocon. we wanted to do this for some time now, but we never got around to it. lately with the release of the bart qee do-it-yourself figures and all these different artists customizing them, and the growing culture we wanted to get out hands on come vinyl.

kozik recently released the eagerly awaited second series of mongers, cleverly named menthols.

they came in blind boxes (random) and i picked up maynard and nelson from munkyking. not very creative names like the moonshine, elwood, from the first series, but they're pretty cool. the cigarette in this series is noticeably more detailed.

the store was pretty cool. their logo of a monkey king goes well in their home of chinatown. everything was kept original in their chinatown building, so you get a rustic feel to everything.

it's like something straight out of the joy luck club. you get a feeling there were probably people smoking opium in the back or some kinda illegal gambling going on.

next was robocon.

i picked up bastardino from the tokidoki series. now that's a cool name for a dog.

i also picked up a bear bear q, baby qee. the person working there didn't know her shit and said the box contained a white d.i.y. figure but it turned out to be glow in the dark. but it's cool, i'm gonna paint over it anyway.

it's blank now, but i'm hoping to work on it soon. it's my first one so i'm not going to expect it to turn out great, but keep an eye for it.

stop this train. i want to get off and go home again.

there's a vending machine at the library that dispenses erasers for a quarter. the ones where you put in a quarter, crank the nob and open the metal lid and the encapsulated prize rolls out.

the other a day a kid asked his mom for some a quarter for an eraser. this made me think about when i was growing up. i would go to the market with my mom, the one on emerson and atlantic. i think it was a shun fat at the time. many great childhood memories there. like anticipating seeing the green water tower on top of the hill signifying we had arrived, and always wondering what's in it or how to get up there. i also remember refilling gallon water containers there at the water vending machines. i think it was 15 cents a gallon at the time. then there would be time when my mom would let me sit in the car and i grab a oyster sauce bottle and pretend i'm in a car and the bottle is a shifter.

well i'm kinda straying from my original point, so let me get to it. when ever we check out she would give me a quarter, sometimes i'll ask and sometimes she'll just give me one, and i'll walk over to a flintstone's capsule vending machine at the end of the market near an exit. it's supposed to be dino's eggs or something. i can still picture it my head. theres a fred flintstone figure in the middle of the machine on a verticle rod, and when you put a quarter the machine plays the theme song from the cartoon and the figure rotates. after the music stops the plastic egg dispenses. one time there were only a few eggs left and i put in a quarter and none came out after the song played and fred rotated on his rod. all i got was a song. i went back to my mom and she asked me what i got and i told her it was out.

there was one day when my mom asked me if i wanted a quarter, and i told her no. at the time i'm not sure what i was thinking. maybe i just wasn't interested anymore, or maybe i thought i was too grown up for it. at any rate i didn't take a quarter, and my mom placed it back into her coin purse.

so at the library all these memories flashed back to me, and now that i think about it, my mom must have been so crushed to see that i didn't take the quarter. as much as the treat was for me, it was a treat in it for her. she must felt like i was growing up, not her little boy anymore, and that she was losing me.

i'm sorry i didn't take that quarter mom. i'm sorry these years past by so quickly, i grew up too fast.