october?

Okay. So. Yes. I have been slacking in my blogging duties. But please go easy on me because I am

exhausted! Who knew that managing such a little store would take up SO much time and energy.

I even had to quit doing the Vice music reviews because I am so swamped. It's sad, but on the plus

side, at least now I don't have to even try to pretend to care about new music anymore. I am free

to wallow in cheesy '70s one-hit-wonders for the rest of my life, yay! And I'll still keep writing

articles now and then hopefully, and oh yeah, I'm gonna be interviewed in i-D magazine soon for

some reason (and they're dressing me up in FASHION, no less) so stay tuned for my ultimate

mortification. On to the October round-up!

Early in the month, before it got too cold, me and Brian went on an impromptu Nightbike sesh

along the river. P.S. I'm sorry to all the eager Nightbikers I've let down by not being able to

get my shit together in organizing a proper group ride. I suck! When Aviva comes back from her

elephant-riding adventures in Thailand she's gonna kick my ass for dropping the ball so hard. But

maybe when she gets back she will once again assume leadership and then we'll get to do some

real Nightbiking!

Anyhoo, so me and Brian are riding along, and about an hour into the ride, he slams on his brakes

and yells, "Fuck!" I'm like, "What? What's wrong?" Turns out he left his backpack on the bench

by the East River when we stopped to smoke and take in the beautiful view. His camera, iPod and

bike lock were all in the bag.

So we turn around and zoom back down around the tip of the island, and we're huffing and puffing

(well at least I am, Brian's in way better shape than me) and it takes us about half an hour and we

get back to the bench and holy shit, the bag is still there! Completely untouched. Which, as I had

already suspected many times before, officially makes Brian the luckiest person on the planet.

Congrats Brian!

In other lucky news: Not to toot my own horn, but through a series of twisty turny events, I am sort of

indirectly responsible for Glen's mug ending up on the packaging of American Apparel Men's Briefs.

Your welcome, ladies!

Lez's wall of delights.

Lez's cat-owl of bizarreness.

Still life at Lez's.

Aww, baby yawn!

Baby Sophie in the traditional garb of her ancestors.

This is how they get Sophie to stop crying. They do this for HOURS.

What else? T-shirts are my life. Come visit me at the store! I am there ALL THE TIME. It's almost

the holidays so come buy stuff and oh yeah, we just got some TV Carnage DVDs in too! Probably

my favorite thing ever. Like if you asked me, "Amy, what's your favorite thing ever?" I would say,

"Probably TV Carnage." Just like that.

Gettin' into some epicly later'd territory here.

The First Nation ladies.

Jeremy and Monty. Monty!

Get out of my office. (jk!)

Weirdo Dave decorated the dressing room. My inner feminazi is

going apeshit right now.

I totally copped out on Halloween this year. I got a $1.99 witch's hat from CVS and went to watch

the parade for a bit with Ryan. We climbed up on some kind of construction site tractor thing and had

a pretty good view, except the wind kept blowing my crappy hat off.

A never-nude!