tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post1496284287513637688..comments2023-11-05T01:52:12.815-07:00Comments on FRANKENSTEIN1959: Over Dere By Under The ViduckWayne Allen Salleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17199261942617339556noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post-78832621557867722302008-11-21T17:16:00.000-07:002008-11-21T17:16:00.000-07:00I miss my Irish pub that I used to hang out in dur...I miss my Irish pub that I used to hang out in during the 90s. Ugh, don't know how I could stand the smoke, by the time I left I had no voice. An old Irish guy actually lived in an apartment over the bar, I don't even want to think how it smelled up there with all the smoke wafting upward to his place. :-p<BR/><BR/>You are so right about that guy and his baby Hemlock!Capcomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06841675195251354073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post-1412046218320451542008-11-21T13:43:00.000-07:002008-11-21T13:43:00.000-07:00You don't see stuff like that so much in Christchu...You don't see stuff like that so much in Christchurch, don'tcha know...Steve Malleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17561234111786788616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post-6028306352386384812008-11-20T07:23:00.000-07:002008-11-20T07:23:00.000-07:00I still miss my beloved "Red Door bar." Got into ...I still miss my beloved "Red Door bar." Got into quite a bit of trouble in there.Charles Gramlichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02052592247572253641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post-77907511308325487132008-11-20T07:15:00.000-07:002008-11-20T07:15:00.000-07:00One thing that totally amazes me about our species...One thing that totally amazes me about our species are the feats of engineering. Even when I'm hiking a trail cut into the mountains by FDR's Civilian Conservation Corps, I have to stop and marvel at the skill and forethought that went into something as simple as a trail. They're not so bloody simple.<BR/><BR/>I never could stand going into smoky places. As in: cigarette smoke. The stuff makes me want to puke. I loathe it and can't tolerate being around it. I will only tolerate it in the company of one person--my old pal Budd Root who is sadly addicted to nicotine. For him only will I hang around the stuff.<BR/><BR/>One horrifying memory of cigarette smoke will never leave me. I was at a horror convention with Mark Rainey. He suggested that we attend a party being given in one of the rooms. So we went. As soon as we opened the door, smoke poured out. Smoke so thick that not only could I barely see, I couldn't really breathe. Looking toward the far end of the room, I could see the writer sponsoring this party standing there with his wife. On the bed, gasping for breath, was their infant son. This guy was supposed to a big children's rights supporter. Right. I took one more look at that helpless infant and the stinking clouds of cigarette smoke and said, "I can't stomach this, Mark. I'm outta here."James Robert Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17281049641681225389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post-51388800924042397112008-11-20T06:44:00.000-07:002008-11-20T06:44:00.000-07:00The viaduct theater is on Western and Belmont. Not...The viaduct theater is on Western and Belmont. Not Morse. There aren't el tracks anywhere near there. I know because I live over by dere.Scotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13517505521320817373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2840267469201344530.post-11627287876818307922008-11-20T02:58:00.000-07:002008-11-20T02:58:00.000-07:00Viaduct? Why-a no chicken?-- Chico MarxViaduct? Why-a no chicken?<BR/>-- Chico MarxMichael Fountain: Blood for Inkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05636180492565972504noreply@blogger.com