In lieu of a thinky essay...

I have yet to write up my responses to Perfection Salad, but the book tempted me to go to Ebay and poke around, and I ended up buying two Table Talk magazines from 1908 and 1916 (two bucks for both! Yay!) The magazines are slim little volumes, almost glorified pamphlets, and they're quite entertaining and informative to read. Here are a couple of tidbits from them:

( Divorce Yourself From Lard-Cooked Food )

In conclusion, fish pudding do not want dear god no.

What the ever-loving fuck now?

Returned home about an hour ago to discover a flyer on every tenant's door, saying that "the management" was coming tomorrow to view the apartments at one pm, and to please have them "in showing condition." Which means I'll have to tidy hastily tomorrow, and also gives me new concerns about what the hell is going on with this apartment. No clue why the tenant management company was changed, no clue why we're being "viewed" except of course it makes sense that the place is going to be sold or something. The apartment isn't fully occupied at the moment, but I don't know if that means that the tenants are valued because we're all faithfully paying rent, or if they're going to boot us all out and, I don't know, raze the building or something.

I am not in a good mood.