Farewell Borders

I'm sad that Borders is going out of business. Two "topical" blogs in a row! I wouldn't get used to it oh faithful reader (intentionally singular), I'll be back to spewing pointless nonsense in no time. Also, this isn't really that topical. Borders has been floundering for close to a year now, thanks in large part to Amazon.com and the Kindle/eReader revolution. Today I made my (most likley) last purchases at Borders EVER (for the record: a football book, a book about the history of the Earth, and a book about the Higgs Boson). This is kind of a big deal considering I've spent literally hundreds of dollars on comic books, ahem excuse me, graphic novels, over the past 3-5 years.

I will always fondly remember the time I spent alone there, sitting alongside the manga nerds as they killed time before their foam kendo sword practice sessions. It was one of the few activities I could do at school that was totally and absolutely a solo mission. I didn't have a car at school, which meant going anywhere for lunch or any other activity was always contingent on other people getting their  act together. This proved especially frustrating living in a house with 6 indecisive and usually, to use the technical term, "high as shit" guys. Strolling down to Borders on nice sunny day was a great way to get away from the arguments about kegs and who spilled an entire bag of sugar in the kitchen the night before and forgot to clean it up.

It was totally worth it.

But Borders has also been a source of negative memories. Like the time I overdrew my account buying "The Ultimates 1 : Volume 2"  and had to ask my mom for money. Or the time I witnessed one of the most horrifically comical things I've ever seen. There was an extremely large, fat man in glasses and giant Jorts (Jean Shorts) sitting on the edge of a window sill. He was positioned so that his ass was angled almost up into the air, as his belly popped out of his shirt onto his frumpy paunch. He was reading a comic and talking on the phone at the same time. While on the phone, he began farting. Loudly. Continually. He made no effort whatsoever to conceal it and didn't even for ONE second look around to gauge reactions of the people around him. He didn't even break the conversation he was having on his phone. It's a soothing thought to know that next time he does this, he will be forced to sit in the comfort of his own home and shop on Amazon.com. Either that or find a Barnes and Noble.

Picture him in Jorts.

Farewell Borders :(