Happily, I thought to bring the Fakiegrind Spycam with me, so instead of shopping for items, I was actually hunting pictures, as these take up far less space in our already crowded quarters.
This morning brought in several typewriters, beautiful to behold:


I was tempted to purchase this plastic battering ram:

But I held myself back. Then I made it to the record section:

This is where it all goes down.
I broke my resolution to buy No More Stuff, when I saw this irresistible disk:

(Meco:Encounters of Every Kind)
It proved to be a good buy. I was down in the lab this very afternoon, mixing it up on the Wheels of Steeltown, and testing the limits of my record stylus.
Man, but it's hot tonight. Hope I didn't incur any divine wrath with my church lurking. Can't a guy speak his mind anymore without bringing on a heat wave? We'll figure all these things out, one of these days.
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