Its real name is
Industrial Plastic Supply Company, but that's not what the big gray
sign in the sky says, so it's not what I
say.
Industrial Plastics is located on the isle of Manhattan at 309 Canal Street between Mercer and Broadway. It's very easy to get to, but not super easy to find open if you work... they're only open till 5:30 at night, and not open Sundays at all. But, Saturdays can be days of plastic laden pleasure and romping.
Imagine a reasonably big industrial space filled with nothing but plasic. Plasic statues, plastic trees, plastic balls, plastic things for your walls, plastic funky things, plastic squares, plastic chairs, plastic everything. Maybe most importantly is all the little odd chunks of hip, translucent plastic. I'm thinking of super-gluing dozens of transparent cubes of plastic all over my monitor. Or maybe I'll give it sharp blue horns. Or maybe it needs lots of pink spheres...! Or maybe I need all these things as permanent attachments to my flesh... mmm... Spirit Gum
Ailie might be right. I might have a plastic fetish.
But you know, it's a common truth. Noders love plastic and I love plastic presents. Templeton and Yossarian love Industrial Plastics. Ailie and Stand/Alone/Bitch loved their plastic presents. Many of you may be receiving surprise plastic presents in the mail. If you don't want it to be a surprise, you could ask for it, and I'll probably oblige.
I owe my own
allegiance to
churchinhell. Give him
props.
Perdedor has just confessed his own love for
Industrial Plastics and
plastic fetish-ism in general. He's
one of us.
Stand/Alone/Bitch is off
this very instant do discover her new true love. See below for the result.
zot-fot-piq was so impressed by
Industrial Plastics he brought plastic as presents for
jessicapierce. She'll be
one of us too.