Book Review: From A Buick 8

Well, I've no internet access this evening (I'll be posting this in the morning) and nothing better to do, so:

A review! Spoilers behind the cut, fair warning.

( From A Buick 8, by Stephen King )

Final Verdict: Well, I wouldn't buy the hardback, but it was worth the four bucks it cost me to buy it secondhand and on first-reading it was quite the page-turner -- I recommend taking it out of your local library, I suppose. Unlike many of his other books, King's primary focus is on gross-out horror rather than creeping, afraid-of-the-dark horror, so if your squickfactor for gore is high, be prepared. I enjoyed it, but I'm planning on leaving it in the hostel lobby for some other lucky hosteller to find and enjoy. :)

In other news, while knowing nothing about The Thomas Crown Affair, I was still able to properly spot that they were in Boston within eight minutes of the film's start. :D It's something about the shape of the streets and the way the buildings front onto them, I think...

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Watching Lunar and FRoP race to be the first to release the subtitled version of Ouran 21 is like watching two snails race. Two dead snails.

Don't get me wrong, I appreciate all that they do, because they do it for free and they mostly just get shit for it (translationwank, impatient sods like me, etc) but I need my fix!

So, I went to the apartment complex this morning and a nearby privately-rented studio directly after, both being in the same area. The apartment building is cool looking and the apartment itself is pretty nice, but the manager is KEERAZY and also they won't rent to me if I don't have a job, so they're out, though they gave me an application anyway. The privately-owned studio apartment is in the basement and, as I feared, was windowless, dim, damp, and not actually a studio so much as a bedroom that opened (doorless!) onto a shared kitchen/living room space with three other people. I politely declined. Call me a snob, but I did my time in the dorms, I want a bedroom with a DOOR.

The plus to all this is that while riding out there I saw signs for two "property management groups" each of which offers several affordable studios in various areas of the city. So, next up, got to phone those bad boys and schedule appointments to go have a look.

Tonight's "free night" at the Art Institute of Chicago Museum, hooray!

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Wow you guys, I just saw a traffic accident happen in front of my eyes. Mainly because I'm sitting in front of a window, and it's just a fender-bender, but still, wtf?

One car has a dented hood and is being towed; the other, a taxicab, is undamaged as far as I can tell. I think the best part of watching the "cleanup" is that the taxi had an occupant, who is standing next to the taxi and looking like he really doesn't want to seem heartless but if he doesn't get back to the office by three they'll accuse him of another four-martini lunch...