G'Bye, Esquire
Farewell to you, beloved landmark of Chicago. I had great times seeing films in your wonderous, art-deco self.
A couple times totally stoned! YAY!
You were wonderous... full of flaws, full of popcorn odor... and full of history.
More than a few times,
I swear I smelled face-powder as I used the women's bathroom... and, afterwords, when I found myself locked in a stall, hearing a woman's voice, giggling, like she'd played a trick on her friend.
Friend, I do not know you. But I get your joke. And so:
May the ghosts of your more personable personages scare the shit out of the yuppies proclaiming progress for that shit-sucking shopping hole.
posted by Lorelei at 5:28 PM
9 Comments:
Ah, the sweet smell of never-ending "progress"!
And by "sweet", I actually mean "rancid fart-like"
Well said!
I like yer style, Ol' Man Poopie-Crowder.
High-Five, Senor!
No no no Old Man--THAT would be the smell of the GlenArt Theater (just up the street from me). According to Lorelei it 'smells like old people'.
It is the smell of 'chicken soup, vitamins, and death'.
p.s. Do farts last long enough to become rancid? I'd think they'd waft off into dissipation long before rancidity.
Isnt a really good fart just great now and then? or is that just me??
Whats happening to the cinema? is it being refurbished or knocked down? sad either way I guess.....some buildings or streets are precious to us because they hold our youth in them and periodically we feel that we can outwit time and return to it..
Alas, Deirdre, The Esquire Theater is being gutted to make way for condos and boutiques (like that freaking block needs more). I forgot to attach the link to an article on plans for the site, and now I cain't find the dern thing! *sigh*
Consider this building's departure as yet another needless sacrifice to appease the gluttons of consumerism....
I believe there are a variety of fart types.
Laura, you're right in that farts tend to dissipate before turning rancid, but I believe if you store one long enough it will turn rank before you release it.
Those are the kind that are warm, somewhat moist and uncomfortable. The kind that make you do a quick skid-check.
Old Man, the kind that make you wonder if you've 'lost your mud'??? Yeah, I know the type.
Deirdre, I love me a good fart. And I don't even mind the smell of my own brand--knowing that it comes from me.
In this matter, though, I'm not about sharing. Farting is like masturbation. Or nose picking. Strictly a solitary enjoyment.
Laura, with regard to sharing, let me see....Nose picking - no, Farting - no, masturbation - mostly no, (but mutual masturbation can be fun sometimes),singing and dancing just how you like when the radio is on and you feel happy - no....that surely is a solitary enjoyment...I mean if I catch sight of myself sometimes I wonder that I dont scare animals and small children...
"Fart posting on Friday"...um...it's SUNDAY, Bee-yotch--where's the love, Baby?? I can't hold it in anymore. It's not healthy.
I'm home from the fleamarket--and friggin' exhausted...will call in a bit.
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