I never thought of myself as OCD, but my tradition for the past 10 years has been disrupted. Wednesday is hump day, and I celebrate every hump day by flipping through the Observer. Now the Observer doesn't come out until Thursday. That throws the rest of my week off. I'm guessing that it must take more time to add the fancy new staples. You don't have to staple mine, just deliver it on Wednesday. I've got my own stapler, I can do it myself. My Observer stand is on Akard/Commerce St.

It's also the fancy new paper. Damned fancy new paper.

Now that Craigslist is removing its "erotic services" ads, the extra ad revenue pouring into Backpage should be enough to upgrade the DO to perfect binding and acid-free archival-grade paper.

We're going gold leaf. Damn it ... this is so off-topic. We're all offside.

So, did I ever tell you about the time I saw three women snorting coke off each other's half-naked chests in the Starck Club unisex bathroom whilst Stevie Nicks was onstage? I was, um ... 15, maybe? And terrified.

Wilonsky, I hate to break it to you, but those weren't women.

Why? Because of the penises?

RW,

Could this explain your affinity for

ummm

ohh never mind....

The BIg Guy's got nuthin

I think I slept through the 80's. I didn't even know there was a Starck Club until after it had been closed.

:::yawn::: Woulda been kinda cool to know who all showed up - ya know, kinda like a list of names or something? And the slideshow? who are those people? anyone? anyone?