18 Crabbers for an Overvamped Cask
It's tough for me right now. It really is. I'm trying to broaden myself and so on, but I find myself one-trackin' with the Sox just as I did with the Goog a few short months ago. My mind gets occupied, then significantly wooed, and then --abruptly-- stolen away fiercely... like a puggle without a leash.
But this post actually hearkens back to my la-di-da-di about authenticity. For those of you familiar with sox lore, check out this pic of the new look of the Cask n' Flagon. It has a neon sign. And fresh paint. And cracker-jack breaded clams (woof?). And, like, a rotunda thing.
It nearly makes me cry.
If I want to stick to my guns and say that authenticity is always intimate and relative, then I have every right to take these renovations as a personal attack.
:: 18 crabapples for tampering with an unclassy classic.
:: However... 44 redemptive pineapples for the newly installed plasmas in the bathrooms. Smoooth, homeslices.
*Thanks to the B.Herald for the photographic proof of this horrific man-made disaster of an entryway.