in a move sure to shock wall street investors and drug addicts alike, tim has decorated his room. what was once a barren wasteland of cork board, occupied only in the lower right corner by a picture of him and his roommate doing homework and a copy of his work schedule, is now covered with three posters in addition to the previously mentioned inhabitants. that's right folks, tim has reneged his former minimalistic ways for a life of posterage.
yeah, so today i noticed i had one hundred and fifty plu$ dollars left and i figured i should go down to the campus market and spend some of them. then i saw nico and told him i'd buy him some batteries. so began our trek across the saharan campus that is cal poly. on our way we encountered a merchant peddling his wares between the university union and the food court. browsing through his rather massive selection of posters, i encountered four, that's right, four fight club posters that are not curerntly in my ownership. to nico i declared, "i must have these fine specimens of post-modernist movie memorabilia!" perhaps i was not quite so eloquent in choosing my words at the time, but you get the gist. however, much to my chagrin, when i inquired as to the methods of payment accepted by the merchant, he replied that the common debit card was not among them. it was then that nico pointed out that i could probably find the posters online, and for cheaper than the exorbitant $12 or so that this filthily scandalous merchant was charging. taking comfort in this knowledge, we then proceeded to the campus market, where nico found his batteries and after browsing through the rather scant assortment of posters, i found two i loved. at $16 a pop, they were not cheap, but this was of course my parents' money, after all. after purchasing them i was down to a mere $100...that i have approximately two weeks to spend. once back at his dorm room, nico tried to find some blue-tack ("BLUE...TACK!!") for me, but he was foiled. the blue-tack was hiding from him. in the end i settled for six thumb-tacks and a sack of potatoes. nah, that was just a joke, about the sack of potatoes. but i did get the thumb-tacks, and promptly dropped them into my pocket, at the behest of nico and after he refused to find a plastic baggie for me. our journey at an end, we parted company, and i returned to my domicile. i dug out the old matrix revolutions poster that my mom had gotten me from my cupboard and proceeded to hang up the posters. i now have the matrix poster, and the two i got today. one is a poster of a guy in a suit and a bowler hat carrying an acoustic guitar case and standing on a behemoth of an electric guitar that stretches to the horizon, and the end is a sort of space-time continuum swirl. the other is this poster i saw like five years ago and have been looking for ever since. it is of another guy in a suit, sans bowler hat but with a suitcase, standing amid a flood of water in from of ten-story department store escalators. i love them.
there is a sad end to this story, though. when i went to allposters.com to look for the fight club posters, their selection was crap. i guess i'll either have to withdraw the cash to pay for the merchant's, or bring my checkbook down there. oh well, c'est la vie.
what the fuck, i don't even speak french! i speak spanish goddammit. tonight i had the most conversations in spanish with the dishwashers at work ever. it was awesome, i love speaking another language.
song of the post: sublime - under my voodoo (pray that i leave you high and dry)
yeah, so today i noticed i had one hundred and fifty plu$ dollars left and i figured i should go down to the campus market and spend some of them. then i saw nico and told him i'd buy him some batteries. so began our trek across the saharan campus that is cal poly. on our way we encountered a merchant peddling his wares between the university union and the food court. browsing through his rather massive selection of posters, i encountered four, that's right, four fight club posters that are not curerntly in my ownership. to nico i declared, "i must have these fine specimens of post-modernist movie memorabilia!" perhaps i was not quite so eloquent in choosing my words at the time, but you get the gist. however, much to my chagrin, when i inquired as to the methods of payment accepted by the merchant, he replied that the common debit card was not among them. it was then that nico pointed out that i could probably find the posters online, and for cheaper than the exorbitant $12 or so that this filthily scandalous merchant was charging. taking comfort in this knowledge, we then proceeded to the campus market, where nico found his batteries and after browsing through the rather scant assortment of posters, i found two i loved. at $16 a pop, they were not cheap, but this was of course my parents' money, after all. after purchasing them i was down to a mere $100...that i have approximately two weeks to spend. once back at his dorm room, nico tried to find some blue-tack ("BLUE...TACK!!") for me, but he was foiled. the blue-tack was hiding from him. in the end i settled for six thumb-tacks and a sack of potatoes. nah, that was just a joke, about the sack of potatoes. but i did get the thumb-tacks, and promptly dropped them into my pocket, at the behest of nico and after he refused to find a plastic baggie for me. our journey at an end, we parted company, and i returned to my domicile. i dug out the old matrix revolutions poster that my mom had gotten me from my cupboard and proceeded to hang up the posters. i now have the matrix poster, and the two i got today. one is a poster of a guy in a suit and a bowler hat carrying an acoustic guitar case and standing on a behemoth of an electric guitar that stretches to the horizon, and the end is a sort of space-time continuum swirl. the other is this poster i saw like five years ago and have been looking for ever since. it is of another guy in a suit, sans bowler hat but with a suitcase, standing amid a flood of water in from of ten-story department store escalators. i love them.
there is a sad end to this story, though. when i went to allposters.com to look for the fight club posters, their selection was crap. i guess i'll either have to withdraw the cash to pay for the merchant's, or bring my checkbook down there. oh well, c'est la vie.
what the fuck, i don't even speak french! i speak spanish goddammit. tonight i had the most conversations in spanish with the dishwashers at work ever. it was awesome, i love speaking another language.
song of the post: sublime - under my voodoo (pray that i leave you high and dry)
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