ON THE ROLLS AGAIN

I've carved a life out of living in the middle of nowhere so staying in the big city is always a shock to both my senses and wallet. Downtown Houston has dangers more perilous than any threat Indiana Jones ever went up against like $1.50 for 15 minutes in the parking garages, a bus system that doesn't sell transfers and $3 ATM fees. But every day this past week I've been braving them all with my son in tow so we can enjoy the mind blowing thrill of going to the library and searching through rolls and rolls of microfilm for old toy robots newspaper ads from 1987.


I LOST MY MIND, I LOST ALL MY MONEY, I LOST MY LIFE TO THE KILLING ROLLS

Actually, Vintage Space Toast Tour Houston 2008 is going pretty craptastically. The baby can't take sitting with me in front of the machine for more than three rolls before he violently melts down from the boredom and we have to leave. On top of that I find I'm getting a bit tired of all of this, like being the Indiana Jones of toy robots archaeology has gotten old. The more ads I collect the less likely it is I'll find anything new, and lately the vast majority of ads I see are things I already have at the Vintage Space Toaster Palace or in my backlog of ads I have yet to put up. Plus Houston has so much other stuff to see and do that I'm wondering if looking at microfilm for hours on end is how I want to spend my last week here. For instance, a local theater is showing Gremlins this weekend! Either I'm getting too old for this or I need to apply myself to my pointless hobbies more.