My adventures in jury duty ended abruptly today because the parties involved decided to settle out of court, so it's all over. We got dismissed at about 12:30. And that was that. How utterly anti-climactic. Oh well.
With the rest of the day free, I went to Coney Island. Yeah, I have no idea why. I hadn't been to Coney Island maybe in almost 10 years. I just rode the Q train all the way to the end of the line. During the off-season it's a decrepit ghost town, and most of the tacky souvenir shops and arcades are closed. It's a bit of a time warp as well, as the stuff that hasn't changed since the 1980s is still there, which is great for photo-taking. The Cyclone rollercoaster is still a thing of wooden wonder, and I was glad to see that maintenance workers were taking care of it. Astroland, the kiddie park, still had rides from when I was a child: the glittery helicopters/spaceships, the firetrucks, the pony carts! There was a sign that read that the park was opening March 28, but I don't know how long they're keeping these old rides...probably until they're ready to devastate-and-renovate. They can't touch the Cyclone, though, as it's been designated a landmark. Hell yeah.
So I just went up and down the boardwalk (after searching for a place that sold sunscreen, spent my last cash on a tube of it -- wasn't going to risk my face peeling off), took artsy-fartsy pics, and felt sentimental and nostalgic a great deal. You'll most likely get to see these photos about 6 or 7 months from now when I get around to posting them.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Need. This. Show. Now.
It seems to me that Steve Buscemi was born to play a bootlegger. And I will admit that it has always been a desire of mine to see him dressed to the nines in vintage clothing. His role in Billy Bathgate was far too small to satisfy me.