Ever been to DeBois Textiles (1835 Washington Boulevard, Carrol-Camden Industrial Area)? Better set of questions: are you into incredibly awesome vintage and thrift clothing, as well as a ludicrously wide selection of inexpensive fabrics for your household and clothing needs? Have you ever wanted to see a mountain of shoes? If you answer yes to any of this, check out DeBois whenever you possibly can and feast your eyes on one of the single largest warehouses of clothing I personally have ever seen. Seriously, this place is insane. There are corded bales of clothing in the back, piles of fur coats, square dancing outfits, boots, shoes, and couch covers all at rock bottom prices. They’ve been in business for 50 years selling fabrics to people from all over, so at least you can rest assured they know what they’re doing in that department!

Not only that, but apparently this summer they’re running 50% all vintage, which essentially means you’d be an idiot not to stop by and pick up a few zany shirts or sun dresses.

EDIT: And when you go, ask for Emily, who will help with your sassifying needs.

We’ve all been there. You’re stuck in a shitty situation with a group of people, and it sucks, but everyone seems to be dealing with it fairly well. Tempered emotions, level-headed perspective and bonafide “Hey, it could be worse!” abound, but then it happens. The Crylander appears. The one person out of everyone involved who decides to start bitching and moaning about the instance, as if no one else present is being affected equally whatsoever.

The Crylander’s power is to make a shitty situation even shittier by further adding sheer annoyance via their whining and caterwauling abilities. But there can be only one; if another person begins crying and complaining in a particular instance, they are immediately met with The Crylander’s only defense: “WHY DON’T YOU THINK ABOUT THE REST OF US?!?!” The interloper is silenced, and The Crylander remains singular.

Alternatively, The Crylander may take on other forms. He/she/it may appear after much time has passed since an event has occurred – dramatic or otherwise – and while the entire population of people affected by such an event has moved on with their lives, The Crylander remains as the sole complainer. Additionally, The Crylander may appear at a party during which everyone is having a wonderful time, with the exception of The Crylander. Telltale signs that The Crylander is in attendance include: not talking to anyone, arms folded, pouting in a corner, or checking a cell phone 99.9% of the time.

There can be only one.

The Crylander is now a part of Urban Dictionary. Give it a thumbs up and share it with your Crylander friends!

The year was 1997. Favorite city haunts of ours included Reptilian Books, Stikky Fingers and several other places that no longer exist; long before Harbor East was on the map and the hyper-gentrification of Federal Hill made the 8×10 seem almost out of place. In these days, the days when Lith Hall saw forty or fifty crust punks for every hipster, there was Atomic TV. I first caught wind of Atomic TV while sneaking into a Jim Rose show at the aforementioned Lithuanian Hall, noticing hosts Scott Huffines and Tom Warner (also of Atomic Books fame) manning video cameras, capturing the kickass twisted performance.

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