tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415178.post8871069698554557429..comments2023-10-23T00:04:35.356-04:00Comments on The Vault of Buncheness: HOMEBunche (pop culture ronin)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11831085937894725459noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415178.post-12090502794381639252010-06-17T12:13:38.747-04:002010-06-17T12:13:38.747-04:00This was a beautiful entry. Thank you for writing...This was a beautiful entry. Thank you for writing it.Zoolahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12969205392646683129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415178.post-28093702541309634502010-06-10T09:28:51.072-04:002010-06-10T09:28:51.072-04:00I heart your heart. Thank you for baring it, Bunch...I heart your heart. Thank you for baring it, Bunche.Robbnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415178.post-52327001521979023512010-06-09T13:37:12.638-04:002010-06-09T13:37:12.638-04:00My former fiance grew up in Wilton and several of ...My former fiance grew up in Wilton and several of his friends just...never left Fairfield Cty. One of them (briefly) dipped a toe into NYC and lived in Hell's Kitchen for 5 minutes in the late 90s but now won't visit the City unless he can see GCT from his final destination. I can't explain the pull that parts of CT have on certain people who grew up there, but I nodded and agreed (sometimes audibly, to the distress of my colleagues) with your assertions that people really do seem to nest there...and age prematurely. I think that in his heart, Former Fiance really is one of those people and his desire to move back and settle comfortably back into the suburban familiar - alongside the same kids he went to Cubscouts and junior prom with, now in their late 30s - and I'm just not. As an outsider, I've seen the weird CT pull and don't understand it, either. You're the first person I've read or heard that's noticed the same. Selfishly, thanks for sharing - it made me feel less crazy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415178.post-2864269727982718032010-06-09T13:36:04.286-04:002010-06-09T13:36:04.286-04:00Ah, Westport. There are countless Westports all o...Ah, Westport. There are countless Westports all over the place. Having become a Masshole, and currently living in Needham, I can see that these towns' vacant soullessness comes from the people that choose these places to consume and excrete in. The people that are "at home" in these places are by and large inherently worthless, materialistic parasites. When you find actual human beings to talk to, it's sad that it's a rare treat, but that's the nature of "suburbs with a good school system." We just wussed out of living in the city (Somerville) when we saw how shit-awful their school system was. --Dan M.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13677217961622343796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415178.post-7326243365173773282010-06-09T09:37:35.362-04:002010-06-09T09:37:35.362-04:00Connecticut is my home...good or bad, and will be ...Connecticut is my home...good or bad, and will be until I die. <br /><br /> Home is what you make of it. I have my little corner of the world here in Norwalk. My home is my sanctuary, my escape from the stark realities of this godawful world we exist in. It's what I know. I feel safe there.<br /> <br /> To me, New York City is a dense cesspool of filth and humanity, mixed together with sweat, noise and chaos. I would sooner live in a French Penal Colony than ever call that place my home.<br /><br /> So more power to the City dwellers. If thats your idea of societal nirvana, I wish you continued bliss. Its just not the place I want to grow old prematurely in.Jim Browskinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415178.post-24909072903624057862010-06-09T06:33:05.218-04:002010-06-09T06:33:05.218-04:00I'm going to be late because I couldn't av...I'm going to be late because I couldn't avoid reading this. When I went home just for a weekend, I also felt out of sorts. I wasn't comfortable per se; but I had the opposite experience. I felt like I was a B&B in the surburban sprawl no longer countryside of NJ, but I didn't want to leave because I don't feel at home anywhere. But my folks were there and I didn't want to leave. I love your mum's place! It's adorable. If I could save my pennies for that day you would inevitably have to sell, I'd snatch it up and give you a key just in case. Too bad I'm broke. Hopefully that will change soon. And I do honestly hope that you are feeling better. It's a 9 hr train ride from Pitt to Newark (I checked to see about your birthday party).Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07520297795900715232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7415178.post-66344332132043338552010-06-09T01:44:50.554-04:002010-06-09T01:44:50.554-04:00Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me ...Home is where I want to be<br />Pick me up and turn me round<br />I feel numb - born with a weak heart<br />I guess I must be having fun<br />The less we say about it the better<br />Make it up as we go along<br />Feet on the ground<br />Head in the sky<br />It's ok I know nothing's wrong . . nothing<br /> - Talking Heads<br /><br /><br />I can’t understand why they stay either.czeloushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08337939928357740583noreply@blogger.com