Sunday, May 3, 2009
G. W. Ferguson reminded me about SCHWA several months ago. A decade or so back I had sent away a buck to a PO Box somewhere near Seattle and got the biggest damn role of stickers I have ever seen. Round stickers with the NO like in no smoking stamp over a picture of a grey humanoid from Zeta Reticuli (as seen on the cover of Whitley Strieber's COMMUNION). 2,000 separate stickers. Now, for two bucks I'd be luck to get one pill of Extendz or even less. But G. W., in his infinite wisdom, sent me a link to Schwa, I held onto it because the link only had the countdown with the clock ticking. Would aliens arrive? Would Lovecraftian monsters arise from the oceans or zoom in from the star Aldeberan? Nope, nothing like that. They're account just went past due. Ah, well.
Creepy, huh? Just got in from watching The Polkaholics up north with my friend Rick Therrio. Yes, that Rick Therrio. Photos of the band forthcoming, they were indeed fantastic. I'd known about them for years but have never seen them. No accordions. Just straight up polkas with a drummer and two guys on electric guitars. I should have posted a few photos of the Casimer Pulaski Day Parade. Maybe tomorrow. This old infirmary is was about a mile further west from where I was earlier, it was demolished in 2007.